I am a simple man

Who would walk a simple mile

To write a simple verse

To bring a simple smile.

 

 There is no hidden depth,

 No twisted mystery.

 Open is each thought

 For everyone to see.

 

If a thought were hidden,

No one would know the meaning.

All would then interpret

To gather their own gleaning.

 

 Tho, one might say, hereafter,

 "This is what he meant",

 I'm not so sure that bird dog

 Would be on the scent.

 

But, if I write that simple verse

As I walk that simple mile,

You'll know the simple meaning

And give that simple smile.

 

 By L. B. Strawn

 February 27, 1993

 COPYRIGHT 1994