H. G. Roorda apologizes,

I normally wouldn’t do this, but it’s year three; and I’d hate to disappoint him now.

This isn’t a normal poem;  I only wrote two words. The rest are stolen from John Donne, Emily Dickinson, Gerard Manley Hopkins, and Robert Frost. Is this a valid form of poetry? No, probably not. But perhaps it will broaden your knowledge. Before using Google, you might try your hand at discerning who wrote what:

There is one, yes I have one
On winter afternoons.
Oh, to vex me, “He may be small”
Only compared to stars and moon.

Happy birthday, Nick.