Who's your favourite poet asked Mrs B?
Don't need to think about that I said:
One of his works was playing just then
Painting slow picture there in my head,
Drawling his stories, simple words
Pulling me there into that life
Feeling his passions and beliefs
His Emotions and his strife.
I have travelled worlds pulled by his voice,
Felt the heat and the snow and the rain,
Lived his highs, endured his lows,
Felt his love, his despair, his pain.
He's an actor, he's a singer, a master of words,
I could labour the rest of my life long
Striving to create just one thing
As simple and stark as his songs.
Master poet, crafter of words,
Kris Kristofferson, I told Mrs B.
Maybe one day I will achieve
One quarter as much as he.