I found that other acrostic poem. Writing something personal fits me better now than buying birthday gifts:
Happy Birthday Simmering delicacies made just so. Iridescent beetle polish for your toes. Mountains drenched in crisp clean air. Open hearts, ready to share. Nuts, chocolate, cookies too. Each of these I wish for you.
And then there is Yoga. I hear it mentioned a lot. So I wrote for someone:
Title: A Salute to my Yoga Instructor Breathe deep, exhale slow. Get limber, touch your toes. Twist into position, meditate. Others looking in, think this is sedate. You are old enough to be my daughter. With your guidance I will not falter. Some of your positions leave us to stare. I really don’t think we’ll be going there. Leaving your place, the day is shining. As your instruction is a silver lining.
Someone was telling me of their vacation. Her and a few of her lady friends took their horses over to the Oregon coast. So I wrote:
The churning of waves Salt in the water The blowing of mist Salt in the air The grinding of sand Salt on the beach To be kissed Salt everywhere The churning of waves Hoofs in the water The blowing of mist Hoofs in the air The grinding of sand Hoofs on the beach To be blessed Hoofs everywhere The churning of waves Friends in the water The blowing of mist Friends in the air The grinding of sand Friends on the beach To be loved Friends everywhere