As you may know, I recently completed a Shutterfly book of 90 poems I wrote about 50 years ago. It is time to give it another try. What better place to do that than here in this essay.

I go from hobby to hobby
Every single day
It’s not like I have so many
It’s just that I like to play.

I play at being a gardener
Who knows what grows around
Who knows the names of many plants
And enjoys their pictures I found.

I play at being a detective of sorts
Who locates your families with ease
With Ancestry it ‘s just a snap
To find your uncle, aunt or niece.

I play at being a sculptor
Shaping clay with colors so bold
What the heck is this new creature?
It looks like a crease and a fold.

I play at being a paper engineer
Making cards that give you a jolt
For when you open those cards I make
Out may pop a car, tree or Tarzan bolt!

I play at being a bible scholar
Who studies just one little theme
And puts it to pictures, and a few lines
To finish the bible’s my dream.

And now I’m playing at being a poet
But maybe I ought to think twice
Because as you read these lyrical lines
You might wish I had put them on ice.

Mr. Ebsen may be contacted at robertebsen@hotmail.com