tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822177272025271393.post4040027919006151413..comments2008-08-08T11:10:54.450-04:00Comments on The Truth's Superb Surprise: Catching a Breath, Catching UpRon Rienstrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13542594735170237672noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7822177272025271393.post-76770994409525782212007-08-13T00:01:00.000-04:002007-08-13T00:01:00.000-04:00Your words....ah! A found poem with your permissi...Your words....ah! A found poem with your permission.<BR/><BR/>What Makes a Poem<BR/><BR/>I’m standing--<BR/>my son beside me.<BR/>Cotton and nylon garbed poets bumped up along the narrow trail. <BR/>Light filters through pine-needled <BR/> branches<BR/>Bluest sky like it used to be<BR/>from sea to sea.<BR/><BR/>I’m thinking,<BR/>all this for a bird and a tree? Then what about me? <BR/>What kind of miracle must I be? <BR/>All are involved in <BR/>something profound.<BR/>This realization<BR/>is worth many poems indeed.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for the poem, Al. I really miss talking to you.Joonna Trapphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13679971611920413043noreply@blogger.com