Excerpt from: Boston and Beyond: Tyre and Phoenix
One day, Phoenix was in an artistic mode so she decided to write
down one of her favorite poems called Waiting by John Burroughs. She
went to get her blank canvas from the closet along with her charcoal
pencils and pastel paints.
She was about to copy the poem and then, she paused. She thought,
“Why not create my own poem on Waiting?” She relied on her muses
and the first line flowed with eight beats. The others had to be in eights
as well, she thought. She wrote,
“As I wait, I busy my hands,
No time for playing in the sands.
Things happen underneath the seen,
Until it appears, I stay keen.
I cannot force it to spring up,
I must wait on the fountain’s cup.
When the time is right, it will pour,
Like salt spread on the ocean’s floor.”
Lynn M. April 29, 2017
#National Poetry Month