If I Find Poesy

If I could only write one worthy rhyme That well may last beyond my own life time That one may read and to his friend then say Now that seems good yes that seems quite okay. I have a wish that on bright Summer day Whilst on green bank of whispering creek I lay That Poesy will come and whisper in my ear And tell me things that I've longed for years to hear. And with me she might spend a little time And show me best how to construct a rhyme And how a bard with rhyme words ought to play And from me take those rough edges away. I've searched for poesy sought her everywhere And where I've searched I've never seen her there And although I think I hear her in the wind She's proved too hard too hard for me to find. And if I do find poesy I know that she will show Me things that I've yearned for years and years to know And she'll tell me how birds know when to nest and sing And how flowers come to the gardens in the Spring. And she'll tell me how some animals survive And in the harshest climate seem to thrive And some will even say the man's a poet And I'll be known as one worthy of note. And if I meet Poesy I might write one rhyme That well may last beyond my own life time That one may read and to his friend then say Now that seems good 'yes' that seems quite okay.