150th poem about masonry

I can hardly believe it:
what began as a dare,
still I concede it
caught me unaware -

Here is April's last day
looking back at the mix
of my silly foray
into poems of bricks.

It's been too much fun
but now at long last
my poems are done
they are in the past.

When you see a mason
just please remember
they might be tracing
poet's spark from an ember.

The spark, once lit
can burn with ease
those words will fit
those bricks in these.