A poem using counted syllables:
Wine and chocolate… Nice.
Cross and Bible…
Dock on pond and blue boat from my childhood.
Stream that feeds pond…
Another shot of stream…
Boat, dock, and pond…
Deer, my brother, James shot.
I am grateful:
1. I wrote a poem today.
2. I talked with Linda, my sister-in-law, a few minutes.
3. This thirty acres has some beautiful things on it.
4. We stayed home today.
5. I was able to crush cans and my shoulder did not hurt too bad.
At one point doctors told my parents that I would be a vegetable for the rest of my life because of an overdose of drugs. My Mom and Dad enlisted the prayers of the community for my healing. I have problems, but am a highly functional person. I thank God for His grace toward me. It is a miracle that I survived. My accomplishments amaze me.
If you will work creatively you can enrich the world. You have the gift within you. You must only apply effort to complete great things. I encourage you to use your innate talent and create beauty.