My Horn Savior Haiku

My Horn Savior Haiku Why when I do die Gone to heaven high in the sky Time proceeds to pass by. So sad people are, When I went away so far Remember each scar. On my wrists and legs, Nails were pounded in like pegs; For forgiveness beg. Have been satisfied; One who on we have relied On cross one day died. This story I shall share; Happiness is everywhere; Free from sin and despair. James Serious Mysterious Horn Retired Veteran and Poet It would be interesting if you forwarded my poem to all Poetry Revisited members. They could print out my poem. After reading it, they could bring copy with them to Poetry Revisited get together at Arbor Landing. We then could read it out loud together just like you do a psalm in church. Jim