The Poem Hunter
They visit your home on a cold, rainy day
To tickle your thoughts in a most pleasing way
The stories they tell are the bookmarks of time
They fill in your day with a clever new rhyme
They teach you some stories while saving you more
But when they are gone you are craving still more
The planets and stars are the places they go
But these are the things that a poet may know
They fly over meadows and mountains and streams
To paint all the rainbows that color your dreams
They call you to dance by the moonlight of love
To songs of romance by the soft light above
They speak of the values that people have lost
Who forfeit the world by the pleasures they crossed
The mighty and proud are the measure of those
But these are the wonders the poem hunter knows
He comforts your children when they need to rest
By telling them stories of kids who are blessed
The virtues they learn are the dues they must pay
To forge a new world that is coming their way
He follows your trials, your troubles and tears
And tracks all the miles you measure in years
The people who read are the ring in his nose
But these are the wonders the poem hunter knows
He sings of the splendor of nature and spring
The beauty of blossoms and birds on the wing
The warmth of the dawn and the sparkle of dew
Are gifts of the morning in time that is new
He perks up your heart when your hope is less bright
And helps you to part with the shadows of night
The gift of a poem is the glory he chose
But these are the wonders the poem hunter knows!
Copyright © Bryan Norton | Year Posted 2020
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