Sunday, May 20, 2018

Sunday’s Thoughts

Sunday's Thoughts

Early morning
I saw a fawn
Eating leaves
Walking the dog
I saw a rabbit
Eating green lawn
I caught a ribbon
Of sunlight from dawn
And pulled it through
From my past to now
What have I become
A poet of the people
Giving voices to those
Who are forgotten ones
Some see useless flesh
Where I see a beautiful rose
I'm just being me
They are everyday heroes
I'm telling their stories
Mindful of history
Intently listening
Giving life to their words
I'm a poet making poetry
From unlikely sources
It's become motor memory
Mixing with new ideas
Galloping in perfection
As do wild horses

Written Sunday Morning
May 20, 2018
John Conte

Good wishes,