A  POET
 
A poet writes of simple things,
Of his heart and known to few,
His heart can sail on lofty wings,
For it has a task to do.
The peace and joy that he can find,
Comes from a quiet thing,
His hope will always be for
Any good that he can bring.
He looks for the good he can find
As he lives his fading years,
He can see a child's warm smile,
Or the aged's falling tears.
A poet lives in quiet thoughts,
And a Faith that God can bring--
The friendly, humble folks he knows,
His heart and he can sing.
He sees the good in brotherhood,
He walks in hope's good light;
He sees the beauty of a sunset,
And the silver stars at night.
He can see and write about,
Birdsong with breaking day,
Or a gentle rose wet with dew,
As he goes on his way.
A poet writes of simply things,
Of his heart and known to few.
His heart can sail on lofty wings,
For it has a task to do.