A lad strolled by and said: "Hey, I'm wondering what to do with all these words floating about in my head? I tend to forget them as soon as I go to bed!" I said, "Well, while you're here, why not share all your words floating so freely about in that head! And so my dear readers, here is this young lad's poem, who goes by the name, the Forgetful Poet. "I'm only a young apprentice poet," he claims, and, "if you have a kind word or two, please know I appreciate your encouragement and tips to help me grow up from the rather shy Forgetful Poet to the confident Unforgettable Poet instead."
Down By The Water— by Forgetful Poet
walking along singing a song
out by the water and over the hill
through the meadow and into the cottage
soon I’ll be singing a song
down by the water again