If I don’t grow weak;
I will pen a poem -
One poem for each week
Now watch this, my friend
Give me your good ear;
I will bind them all
At the of the year -
And send them out
To good folks like you
Those I know quite well
And I don’t know too
Yes, that’s five tens -
And two poems on file;
A bad goal you say -
And will take a while?
Do not fret my friend
Don’t you think I’m fit -
For such a big task?
Well I am on it
I’ll write of the stars
In the far, far space;
And of things close by
Like folks at my place
I’ll write of the trees
The hills, the tall mounts;
My friends, views and moods -
Or the cool, nice sounds
That is a good goal
So you see my friend
The game’s on, I’m off
See you at the end
- Posted first in Pacific Indigenous Writers
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