The Poet

 

Poets are those who speak their minds

Astute they find those willing to hear

Poets search their souls and investigate

They transmit their findings into a message

One which caresses the ready ear

Words which strike cords in the heart

They require conviction and integrity

Fearlessly to expose wrong doing

To champion causes thought to be lost

Poets are observers whose eyes and ears are primed

The celebrate natural beauty in glowing terms

Along with pain and suffering they do sympathise

Students of history yet recipients of the present

They use their conscience for the unconscious

Wordsmiths with the skill to describe

The voice of the voiceless

A strident call to challenge aloud

The poet has deep rooted compassion

He knows the fallen and gives hope to the weak

The poet sits deep in thought

Through periods of aridity and inspiration

Humour is always close at hand with irony

The voice of light in darkened times

Poets have suffered, many were slain

This leaves only their words to claim

The poet is gifted and called to be

The champion of beauty and the free