Owed to the Poets
tis the poet
who eloquently carries us,
who would travel on gossamer wing,
tis the poet who gently lulls us
with rhythms we would sing,
tis the poet who would shock us
so our minds might open more,
tis the poet who inspires us
with delicate imagery and metaphor,
tis the poet who unites us,
who dares to be one face,
tis the poet who reveals our humanity
and gently awakens us with grace...
P bowman
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