Self Portrait in a Dream

I went for a walk in the park

For self reflection; inspirational spark

When poetry began to embark:

There one was a writer named Amos

Whose writings were never too famous

He stopped to Haiku

Midsummer breezes

Whispering warmth on my neck

Lost in the sunshine

Some thoughts he would chew

But his haikus, they always seem heinous

While on the walk in the park

I found poetry'd broken apart

And my mind, it wandered 'til dark