My Only Poem Was To Jenny as I am not a poet but a writer. Len
You are a sweet melody to my ear,
Yet so far way and seem so near,
With wonders of the internet.
I can now bring you right here.
You are a dream to behold,
Where dreams can let me be bold,
For what ever I wish for us to do,
My fantasies must now be on hold.
Someday they may come true,
And we will no longer be blue,
For the dreams I have are often many,
I mean lots and lots and not just a few.
I many not be a lovely sounding poet,
But when I meet a true friend I know it,
Down the road there maybe troubles and sorrows.
But we will lots of fun -- I Just know it.
Some day we will meet where every the corner,
And lay our head on each others shoulder,
Well know each other well from time on the internet,
And then we can think about maybe getting bolder.
Time will tell what we will do in the future,
Like a good book that we will find and nurture
We may get old and a little bit rusty,
But we will hold together Jenny and this old rooster.
By Len Granger Written on June 21, 2000