A Letter To Dear George

Dear Lord Byron Please don't be upset I wish to call you George With affection and respect The "Destruction of Sennacherib" I was introduced to your poem I learned it word for word As I sat home all alone You see George the meaning Is much more than you know In school I had no success I was considered quite slow Empowered by your words Assyrians coming down I spoke with true emotion For once I wasn't a clown When I spoke of your steed With his nostrils all wide Within the deep of me I experienced pride Like the leaves in your forest When summer is green You provided inspiration I now travel where you've been With a pen held in my hand My destruction I escape Within my troubled mind New ideas take their shape I'm gifted with freedom Words of power do supply Whether reading or writing They provide me with my high So George, I humbly thank you You're truly the reason why I travel within the words They're the gift that help me fly With anticipation I know one day we'll meet Beyond the gates of heaven Please reserve for me a seat The Father of all poets Will speak in splendid tones We'll marvel at his spirit We will feel it in our bones For poets are connected In very intricate ways Time is not of consequence Our words are a form of praise As a child when I committed Lord Byrons poem to memory, I had no idea it was a story from the Bible. Being he was a believer I wanted to honor both him and our God. Thanks Monterey, I think this is a great topic for a poem. I also chose to write in the same form as he had for "The Destruction of Sennacherib". This was the first and only form I wrote in prior to coming to the soup. I thank all the poets here who have helped me grow, yourself included Monterey.