A Poem For Poets

Has there ever been a pen as sharp as when Whitman penned his captain dead? Was anyone more right than when Thomas urged rage against the dying light? Did you ever read a bigger thrill than Wadsworth’s dancing daffodils? What would be the cost if Frost’s two roads were to be lost? Would anyone ever the Yukon see if Service had not cremated Sam Magee? How much clearer are our skies since Angelou still did rise? If, If were thrown in a trash can wouldn’t Kipling still be the man, my son? Where would we go with out Poe and the Raven tapping nevermore so? How do the poppies blow as McCrae saw them row by row? Will Blake’s Tyger still burn at night as to make our world bright? Where would the sidewalk end if Silverstein never took up his pen? If Dickinson is nobody with breadth can somebody else stop for death? Have you ever read about Burn’s love like roses of red? How would one know the worlds a stage if with the Bard one never engaged?