My Poets, My Friends

Many here are known by me as gentle, kind and sweet Yes, my poet friends that are here, they make my life complete Poets, yes, they all possess, the way to express their thoughts Offering themselves, through their words, everything they’re taught Even those, I don’t know well, I hope I will one day Together, we will write our words, as children set at play Singing of the words we write, for everyone to share My poet friends are those with heart, the ones that show they care Yellow sun and the brightest moon inspire many writes Friends they are, they are there, morning, noon and night Releasing feelings deep within, they always give the most Inviting all the many who read, to share in a Poet’s toast Eagerly consuming the food of words that we all prepare Never giving up on the craft, constantly they share Decent individuals, all deserving and wanting respect So for them now, sweet friends of mine, this poem I select