We’ve received this wonderful poem from Scott. Any other poets out there?

My pipe is lit, as here I sit
Enraptured, from the scent of it
Around my head, the smoke, in swirls
Attends to me Iike dancing girls
It moves and sways beneath my nose
Then ever outward, upward goes
A Latakia campfire smell
Or Cavendish can serve me well
A burley with its chocolate hint
I fill a briar, straight or bent
From OTC to pricey blend
Concocted mixtures never end
I contemplate, anticipate
Or cogitate, then meditate
As I grow old, I want for less
And simple things bring happiness
I hope much less, to fuss and gripe
But find contentment in my pipe

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