John Mccornack And Me Poem by Marilyn Lott

It started as I whim it seems
Right out of the blue
For John had a website
I really liked it too.

He had music and pictures
A story he would create
Poetry he added also
It seemed to be our fate.

I sent a poem to him one day
He added and sent it back
I okayed the poem in the site
And that, as they say, was that.

I sent him poems for eleven years
We even stopped to see him
And his wife, Elaine, in Oklahoma
A sort of friendship then would stem.

So if you wonder why so many poems
Now you can truly see
How they came to grow and grow
Because of John McCornack and me.