Sonnet: My Poesy’s Spark

The spark of yours did light the wood in me, That was so dry and fired so quickly; Destined to be, consumed like this may be; I thank you Uncle, most wholeheartedly. The fire stirred my heart and mind and soul; What blaze! How high! And continues to burn; The flames leap like fire of England's coal; The rest of time, I'm gentle like a fern. The spark came timely; dry was much the clime; My wood did burn so fast but noiselessly; Each leaping flame carried with it a rhyme; I burn still more but burn so steadily. I thank the Lord for giving me this spark; With it, I'll build a modern Noah's Ark.