I sometimes wish to be an artist of words,

To speak with fluency of animals & birds,

To see Nature and say what I truly feel,

To write of poetry kindly & genteel…

To capture that which I see with my eyes,

To be able to express the feeling of flight,

Maybe I could do so, just maybe I might,

To show my love of Nature without disguise…

Though I seem to look through eyes of a clown,

My personal sight of Nature colorful,

I see the world with humor & try not to be down,

But there are some I know who speak fluently,

Of their thoughts & feelings so clearly,

Then there is I, who speaks as best he can quite dearly…