Halfway through April 2011,
The aroma of ovens baking Passover bread, unleavened.
The tide is on schedule at the sea wall
Hometown fans cheer teams playing baseball.
Great American novelists prowl on the hunt
The story, the Muse says “April is National Poetry Month.”
An American picture with cadence and rhyme
Iambic Pentameter spotlights the sublime,
April’s word is being spoken, the verse celebrated
Google stock is down, shareholders are frustrated.
Tax day filers are filing forms lined up in a row
Can’t escape death and taxes, Ben Franklin said so.
Poets to the rescue, workshops, readings, bookstores
In classrooms and halls learning surges to the fore
In journals, newspapers, magazines, on internet sites
Outreaching in kindergartens, tiny tot delights
Communicating art forms, language that pleases
Everyday conversations or scholarly thesis
Poetry inspires favorably upon our psyches
On days of our lives, charms everyone likes
Poetry out loud, poetry slams
One heart, many voices, winds shifting sands
On the month of the year when Poets have their way
April also celebrates an entire Earth Day
The audience expands, the culture thrives
National Poetry Month reaches more and more lives.
© A.M Fonda