A Poet's Birth
Today I opened up my head to let my brain escape
It scampered and wandered and hopped about and then put on a cape
It leapt and soared and flew far away from me
All because I opened my head to let my mind go free
I could not stand to see it go, so I prayed all the harder
It hopped left, it hopped right, and then went to raid the larder
I caught my mind and bound it up and clamped it down with chain
All my visions left me then and now came in the pain
I cut and sawed and broke the chains and set my mind on high
But all in vain and all too late, for it refused to fly
I tossed my brain and got my bat, "By golly, a home run"
It grew wings, just like a pig's, and flew off to the sun
And thus was I born a poet
Patrick W. Crocker ©