Hoping not worst, this is my first

To try this kind of poem.

One master nursed, my very thirst

And heaven I owe him.

Extended arm, so soft and warm

Thawed what is cold inside.

He means no harm, only to farm

Knowledge from further side.

Hoping I'll learn, that's my concern

The proper ways of it.

Now in return, I think I'll burn

Old ways that do not fit.

I know it's not, an easy shot

To aim a good start.

Sir thanks a lot, for what I've got

From the base of my Heart...

Note: My first poem with a proper rhythm and meter (hopefully).

Mr. Tate Morgan is a very kind poet(writerscate.org)  who lectured me about it... 

6-15-2017

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