The Gift

26 letters from A to Z

          And

with the gift given at birth

weave them into poetry here

on planet earth

Once I have the first line

then the rhyme is all mine

Like a picture developing before

         me

the words begin to flow so

effortlessly

No time to think for I use

automatic ink

A gift at my command

       All

that is needed is a pen

silhouetted in my hand

Love my musical Boom Box

          And

at the drop of a hat this world

I will rock