A Prolific Rhymester
Imagination is the jewel
which provides a poet with fuel.
It’s not a storehouse of memory
or a muse who is talking to me.
A dead poets’ society
communed with Yeats regularly.
My imagination insists
a new source of poems exists.
There are ideals all around me
and many of them have found me;
insisting i write about them
and i’m not inclined to doubt them.
I find it a fun thing to do
and hope i do not bother you.

Walt Abbott–5-5-2009