The Poet
He has a way of turning a phrase
Of making words rhyme and sing
They spin and dance across the page
Telling of knights and kings.
He speaks of adventure in faraway lands
Tales of mystery and woe
He writes of love, found and lost
Of hearts broken and whole.
He can make our hearts fill with gladness
Our spirits rise and soar
Or weigh our souls with sorrow and sadness
Until we can take no more.
He has a special gift you see
You might say a touch of magic
He can bring us into a fairytale
Be it passionate or be it tragic.
Copyright © Bobby Jarrard | Year Posted 2005
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