Why We Write

Inspired by, but not written for A Contest When He looks up at a tree Do you know what Peter sees It's poetry so strong Standing, lean stretching long Against a winter breeze So he must write When Andy spies a brook He can make us take a look By writing it all down 'Cause it's poetry he's found An urge he cannot fight When Richard's feeling pain To him, It'd be insane Not to penn poetic verse Writing nothing would be worse Than sitting lonely in the night When Olive thinks of Love And the Angels high above It's poetry She feels And the words begin to reel And lets us see the light When Tim walks down a street There are people that he meets In rain and windy weather Just like poetry together There goes another cyber byte When Skat looks deep inside Where her poetry abides She feels compelled to share So we can learn to love and care While Her Thoughts are taking flight When I read the written word I hear a voice, that can't be heard It speaks poetry to me And I can not let it be While I'm visiting this site Sure, there's other things, we do This is very true But in our heart, we're just Poets And on this page, we're bound to show it With all our might