I feel your summons call me,
I hear your challenge clear,
I feel my interest pull me,
To what I hold most dear.
And though my path behind me lays,
A track my feet wore through,
Before me stranger pathways lead,
To where the words ring true.
Forgotten now the lessons learned,
Abandoned all the drear,
A dance across the letters turns,
To where all things are clear.
And though my time is wasted here - no poet's skills have I -
And though I hear the snickers near, I'm better off to try,
To string the thoughts and sights I've seen (and even some I've not),
Into rhymes in awkward schemes ('cause doggerel's all I've got),
So I'll read yours if you'll read mine,
Perhaps we'll have some smiles,
And in between haphazard lines,
Forget the weary miles.