I am teaching poetry in my writing class this month. Poetry is not my forte', but I can at least teach the basics. Most of my students outshine my abilities.

I just wrote a quatrain poem. I like it, so here it is.


Cheerfully, the bright morning greets the day,
Cheerfully, the sunflower faces the ray,
Cheerfully, the sun unfolds its glorious light,
Cheerfully, a warbler trills with delight.

Cheerfully, the doorbell jingles and rings,
Cheerfully, the radio plays and sings,
Cheerful is the coffeepot---but cheeriest of all,
My mother's smiling face lighting up the hall.

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