This is a special kind of reckoned day
when the sun shines loud we know this beauty
everything smooth in sweet glorious sway
we begin to grow life’s reality
Our daily struggles keep our heartstrings strong
paying the man passionate arching goals.
Wondering in seasons does peace belong
in difficult sessions, fills gaping holes.
He looks out into the morning sweet light,
she breathes a certain delight in this piece
of life now readying a walk tonight.
This day holds confidence in my release.
By standards he will reach a pinnacle;
The man, the master, holds the oracle
© Thom Amundsen 2014
Poet's Corner 