(The following two poems were written about me, by my friends)
For Morgan
We all know a talented man called Morgan
Who plays LOTS of instruments, except the Organ
With the beat of his drum
Our hips go dum tak dom
As he plucks his guitar strings
Shimmies a plenty the sound brings
His crooning soulful music
Makes us sway and get lost in it
But it’s the words that he writes
That this year has given all our hearts flight
The poetry that makes our soul dance
His way with words is a thing of romance
Thank you for sharing this gift
Pre-rehearsal it gave us a lift
Forgive this fabled attempt to replicate
But in its sentiment we wanted to duplicate
The feelings of gratitude all warm and proud
That a personalized poem said out loud
Brings to the receiver, the listener, hearer
In to the light a little clearer!
Written by Sarah Jay and Sarah-Tucker-Boehm
The Gift - For Morgan
To see the world through your eyes, it must be like magic
a place where everything is detailed yet so simple
To see the world through your eyes, with the wisdom of an ancient bard,
paralleled with the enthusiasm of a child seeing everything for the first time
The details, every detail, from the finest thread, to the most delicate sound
woven into a story only you could tell
You are a wordsmith, a music maker, a dream weaver
A seer of wonder in those around you, yet humble in your own
talents
To see the world through your eyes, it must be like magic
the spark of a heel on the side walk, a dungeon full of dragons,
a room full of stars, you pull the stars down and weave them around
us like a warm blanket,
a hug, a cup of the finest hot chocolate
You are a wordsmith, a music maker, a dream weaver, a gift giver
you have a view like no other, the words pour out of you like a
magnificent waterfall
To see our world through your eyes, it becomes magic
A true gift is one that is given without expectation,
You are a wordsmith, a music maker, a dream weaver,
You are a true gift giver
Written
by Regan Gardner
