Kevin Hulme

This Poem is Ten-Years long

Once more dear friend I write for Poetry you were born ,

Whats has been said is less,

For all Verse you must adorn.

Patron Saint of bright day,

Idol of Starry-Night,

Nebula of all joy,

Years of Rhyme to incite.

Born in my fledgling Verse all words ingrained by you,

Your blood so flows within the pen,

And so all tribute grew.

So placing end to end all lines that now have run,

These works for you I’m sure lay claim,

This Poem is Ten-Years long.