Just Half the Story

A poem is just a bunch of words.

A flock is just a bunch of birds

And Mensa’s just a bunch of nerds,

Yet that’s just half the story.

 

For writing them so they will flow

Or watching as they skyward go

Or marveling at all they know

Is what provides the glory.

 

The rhyme and rhythm worth the read,

The soaring high with steady speed,

Eureka moments that we need

And all is hunky-dory!