No poems

Friend of mine said "what.. no poems" and laught when he saw my blog... never occured to me that you were supposed to blog poems... Im not much for poetry I guess, but heres one I learned in school.

He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven
(William Butler Yeats)
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.