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
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