Not too sure what to celebrate, with the full moon
on July 15, 196 days passed and 169 days to go
No, not that, not even the note from ebay
the 10 year anniversary for the start of hogging spree for golf clubs
The joy of golf does deserve the celebration
for quite a bit of exercise and the calm return to mother nature every round
Just so happened it was on the very day two years ago
I rekindled my passion to poems
not just the reading of them but also the writing of them
Although I wasn't sure whether what I wrote could be called poems
Learning from scratch made me feel like a kid all over
however little I knew about poems
however shameful I should have been knowing the ancient Chinese treasures
But I catch them up and have been crawling and weaving the lines since, in great joy
Hardley matter whether they are poems I wrote
they are thoughts of my own and condensed in ways I have not thought about before
some did become lyrics matching well with those beautiful melodies
that my talented music friends created and sang
To those who inspired me to follow their lines
To those who help me to learn day in and day out
To the hearts of poetry that will never be harden
Cherish with me to our joy to the poetry neverland
