A Birthday Poem for Matthew Eskuchen

My friend Matthew is a poet,
And he surely does know it.

He takes his little notebook all around town
And when inspired words come, he writes them down.

For hours we could talk and not be tired,
But if he did that with me at Ruby Tuesday’s he’d surely be fired!

We’ve known each other for not so long
And in America this poem would become a birthday song.

But, alas, I am without my guitar
It is miles away ... at present a bit too far

For me to play for my dear friend
And so this birthday poem, I do send!

A Poem for My Dear Spring

I have a friend named Spring.
I do not know if she can sing.

But she is very nice,
And in her country they eat a lot of rice.

Right now, it is with her that I stay,
And in August I shall go away.