500th Poem
Sometimes in trying a poem to compose
I am filled with feelings of frustration
No new thoughts can I propose
Mind blank, devoid of inspiration
On other days ideas come teeming in
Cascading in profusion
From outside or sometimes deep within
No hesitation, no muddle or confusion
How to account for these opposing moods?
Why at times words readily are found
At others groping for my muse
Inspiration tightly bound
Ofttimes when no shining light has dawned
When no spark fires the imagination
And notion’s seed cannot be spawned
Page kept barren of proclamation
But in due time the muse returns
Muted voice strangely reawakened
Again with yearning the heart will burn
And taciturnity quickly forsaken
Thus o’er these years words shaped into verse
500 poems for your delectation
My thoughts before you I rehearsed
Grateful for your dedication
Ken Fisher
thebardofkelvindale 
Wonderful, Dad, long may you reign as the Bard of Kelvindale-Anniesland! Your style has been honed over the years and poems of this sort can withstand comparison to just about anyone else’s…well done indeed.
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Taking a break from hurricane relief efforts to bask in the bard’s beauts (*smile*). Happy 500th!
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