If I saw Oliver’s wild geese
And Angelou made them rise and fly
If Berry were a wild apple tree
And Dickinson a drop of rain on his tree
If Cohen’s light shone through cracks
And Kenyon let evening come
If cummings shot dogooding folks on sight
And we reached the top of Gorman’s hill
After taking Frost’s road
If I could fill Kipling’s unforgiving minute
Not with distance run but with Love
And plant Stevenson’s seeds each day
If I could walk Tolkien’s road going ever on
And meet Alcott’s pilgrim in my progress
If I could snuggle always with the psalmist’s God
And never fear Dante’s hell

If I could write this forever
And name all my life’s
Poets and authors
Still there would be more
Always more to discover
An eternity of words
To take me beyond words