I'm not a poet, but DO know it

From 1981, 11th grade, at Biloxi Senior High School, Mississippi:

"One Day"

I was there one afternoon watching the day go by
In that golden meadow, toasted by the sun, alone
Except for nature at my side. That day the magnificent
Sky of royal blue was immaculately clear; only a few
Wisps of clouds, looking like unspun cotton, laced the
Sky. The constant twittering of the seemingly myriad
Of birds mixed wtih the gentle swaying of the meadow
Weeds like a fine stew. When at long last the sky
Darkened and there was no more day, I did not
Mourn, for I knew that there would be many more
Days as beautiful as or more beautiful than this
Had been.

"...mixed...like a stew"?! Holy moly, rock 'n' rolly!