(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