Is this poetry? If so please C/C?

Of Whippoorwills and Truth

Have you ever felt the serenity of a warm Southern night,

Listening to the Whippoorwill, tell you who he is,

over and over and over?

I often find myself, drifting back in time,

longing for those simple things,

that somehow slipped away.

These memories, though precious,

softly sing the blues.

All the times my Mama prayed,I would someday find,

that elusive buried treasure, contentment for my soul.

All the times my Dad, tried to show the way.

I shrugged my shoulders in insolence,

turned walked away.

Now I feel the guilt of my foolish past.

The truth is much more clear today,

as it imitates the Whippoorwill,

I Told You So! I Told You So! I Told You So!

Oh the bitter sweet memories,

delivered through the essence of a warm Southern night.

The Whippoorwill has been there always,

to remind me who he is,

Over and Over and Over.

Just as the truth will be there always,

to remind me who I am,

Over and Over and Over.