A poets heart
I'll never be a Tennyson or Edgar Allen PoeI cannot scribe like Mr. Keats,Shelly or Thoreau.
Shakespeare,Wilde and Wordsworth.
Far exceed my skill.
And though I'd like to reach them,
I know I never will.
Perhaps,like Lord Byron, I can write about my dog.
Or emulate Carl Sandburg,and his poem in titled
"Fog"
Perhaps I'll write as Longfellow.Of Fra Hilario
In "Dante"
Or John Milton might be my choice.
My muse?The month of May.
But still I have another choice
Aside from all the rest.
And that is to write what I know.
And to wright MY very best.
These poets all have made there mark
A mark that isn't mine
So I will keep with my own thoughts
Through each and every line.
For beats inside, a poets heart.
And this "the tithe that binds"
And through this link, they as I
Shall ever be entwined.
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