I went to the Garden of Love. And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green.

Tribute.

And he is truly gifted. Flying flags of freedom,
equality reigning down as if angel feathers.
And he is truly gifted. Waving prophesy around
like One Ancient God roaming the countryside,
glancing to and fro, admiring His creation. Gifts
of poetic love falling at his feet. Yay - that I
may perchance to reach down and pick one up!


Happy National Poetry Month.