I’m not sure where the inspiration for this post came from or why.  Perhaps it’s because reading never stops in this house (for that I am grateful).

Books are abundant, and we trip to the library often. Books also raise questions. Questions about words.
Words are fascinating things that can inspire, teach, devastate, entertain, and confuse.

I hope you enjoy the ones I have selected for you below.

English is hard, and it’s tough to get right.
Words can spin ’round, like the spokes of a tire,
Not knowing when to turn left or when turn right,
At times it exhausts, and at times I do tire.

But then there at times that it makes me feel well,
And it inspires me with topics I’d like to address.
There’s so many words I can draw from the well,
To then post them right here, on my own web address!

When I get on a streak they can make me feel bright,
There are thousands of words you can spell!
And words fill me with warmth, like the sun shining bright,
It’s times just like these I fall under their spell.

I could write words on love, or on how it might die.
I could write with compassion with words that are tender.
I could write about luck, and the rolling of die.
I could then sell my words, for a fair bit of tender.

But with phrases evolving, it’s hard to stay current,
And my brain must work hard, like a fast-swimming duck.
And I times I am drowning in the fast-flowing current,
Or they’re so high above me, that I don’t need to duck.

So when I get stuck, or at times when I trip,
Like with homonyms, trying to find the right match,
I take step back, and let my mind take a trip,
Where ideas strike like a fire, lit by a match.

Of course I prefer a trip in the right season,
I don’t like to go just at any old time –
Like preparing a feast, you must perfectly season,
With salt, pepper, rosemary, and perhaps even thyme.

A trip in the Fall, Summer, Winter or Spring,
I prefer to go when there is the most light.
For the Sun puts a bounce in my step like a spring,
And it makes my thoughts feel not so heavy, but light.

Yes, when I dream about words, I open my mind,
And think about letters, or a note of some kind.
However they come to me, I don’t really mind
But the words I like best, are loving and kind.

I guess English is fun, as much as it’s hard,
At times it is tough and feel so much like:
Getting stuck ‘tween a rock and place that is hard.
Still, for the most part it’s something I truly do like.

Now let’s talk about words that you really must watch,
As a ship looks for storms when it’s far out at sea.
It’s time to dig in, by the time on my watch:
To homophones, they’re tricky, as you will soon see.

Like so much of our grammar, these are hard too,
Read on, if you will, for an example or two,
And I’ll show what they are, at least I’ll try to.

See, for these words to make sense,
I bought a new book for just 53 cents,
From a strange little store that sold books about scents.

A lexicon book, that I thought I should buy,
That caught my attention as I casually walked by.
So I bought it, said ‘thank you’ and then I said ‘bye.

It inspired me to write a few things for you here,
And you should read them out loud so you can properly hear.

A poem for you is what I did write,
And I tried my best, just to get the words right:

Early this morning, from my bed I arose
And next to me what did I find? But a rose!
It was gorgeously, beautifully, wonderfully red
And came with a letter, which quickly I read.

This letter was unlike any I’d seen,
Its words painted pictures of a beautiful scene.

Of things not observed by the average eye,
Of images far greater and grander than I.

Had I ever read words quite like this before? No.
‘Twas the most beautiful letter that I’d ever know.

I read it many times, and never got bored.
I didn’t used to like poetry, but now I’m on board,
And I’ve pined it forever to my bulletin board.

Yes grammar is tricky, it’s tough to get right,
And it’s tougher to hear than it is just to  write.

To speak in the present or in the past tense,
Gets confusingly tangled, my brain it: gets tense,
And I’d rather be far away camping in tents!

I suppose that right here seems a good place to pause,
All this typing has caused quite a cramp in my paws,
For this half-baked idea without enough flour,
Somehow bloomed into some strange and quite curious flower.
I struggled at times for the words I should use,
And to keep it up now, there is really no use,
Like playing a chess game with only a knight,
And it’s late now and I must say farewell and good night.