You Asked For A Poem
You asked for a poem, so that's what you'll get,
But I can't think of a thing to write about yet.
I could write about spring,
But that's an old song.
I could write about winter,
But it's done and gone.
I could write about love,
But that's an old story.
I could write about war,
But that gets too gory.
Flowers, trees, animals, man,
Time, space, politics, plans,
The sea, the sky, the earth, the land.
The topics go on as though without end.
So all you get is this little ditty,
till I think of a topic that's poetic and pretty.
Faith L. Derickson