prmiller wrote:My memory is gentled nudged
with note-like hints, regarding twelve,
of leaping lords and milking maids
and rings of gold that miners delve.
Twelve Years of TORC! I look...'tis true!
This month, this day to celebrate.
The first few posts? With awkwardness,
then accolades felicitate:
"Lighthouse of the Boards" I'm called,
a symbol I have gladly used,
Red Pencil, Starbrow, then one year
a verb appears...I was bemused:
"Be Parmed" I learn, is how one feels
when I, with poetry, bring cheer,
and like the dawn proclaiming day,
my role among you shines most clear...
I am the one you count upon
to fill the skies with sparkling praise,
cause earthquakes of delight to break,
bring fulsome gladness to your days.
In truth, like rice, my head bows low,
filled full by all your thankful hearts,
and should my name beyond here go,
know this: you honed poetic arts.
Thus should great accolades pour in,
get wet with all the joy they bring,
and should the world with gladness shout,
my poems, with your notes, they sing.
Thus twelve full years seem swiftly gone,
and I am here, soon sixty...too!
My happiness in life has grown
from goodness given here...by you!
Blessings to you all,
Parm
