The timbers of thought

Seemed to squeek in my ear

That I have not written a poem

Of late, so I must attened to that.

Rarely do I wander off 

But to day I had much business

To attend to and is the reason for my

Lateness in putting together a few words,

The heavens know of my tardiness,

And are all forgiving, but do push me onward.

Needless to say today will be brief

And I will end it with a prayer for my readers.