Hours I Have Tried to Think

A poem by Robin Zimmermann in honor of his father's 60th birthday:

Hours I have tried to think
What words to copy down
That speak to how you make me glad
But have a pleasant sound.

There's baseball running through the field
Us, trying to keep score --
Or running trails through the woods,
Ideas we explore
On running, scoring, baseball, sound,
A thousand things or more --

I've found a thousand, but here's the core:
I'm happy you're around. |