Ode To Literature
‘Tis a wondrous bit of structure,
Literature is indeed
And from this, an insightful glimpse of culture
Truly marvelous to read
Lest we negate such writings, these we overlook
Nay, treasure these works of fine penmanship
These that have been structured by true finesse
Every page of every book
Is truly something of craftsmanship
Certainly more, but never less
Oh literature, how you’ve stood the test of time
And many trials you have faced
You have no preference, be it free verse or rhyme
Every work is something of beauty, and not merely haste
Ay, ‘tis exquisite writing I do sincerely cherish
Writing that shall never decay
For mankind is bound to cessation, this, not known to writing
Man will see finality, but ideas shall never perish
Truly, a notion to live by each day
Words that are surely inciting
Language lends inspiration to the mind
This we transfer to paper by pen
Such moving words one labors to find
And this process, we repeat again
But what is in literature that which we seek?
Is it the sophisticated nature of such diction,
That of probable bombast?
Truly we have intentions both mild and meek
For such articulated words are surely not that of dereliction
Thus we discover a divine afflatus from edifying writings of the past
Copyright © Andrew Yates | Year Posted 2014
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