Jack Ellison Poet Quatrain

Writers and Poets

Writers and poets are a different breed
They live and breathe phrases and concepts
Awash with all manner of clever speech
At engaging the reader, they're adept

They invite you on travels to distant lands
To discover strange customs and beliefs
To experience a whole new world apart
The Rain Forests, The Great Barrier Reef

Through the eyes of these intrepid travellers
We witness different morals and rituals
Experiences people wouldn't normally view
Many of which, are sacred and spiritual

Imagine if we didn't have these literary giants
To warn us of mistakes of the past
The Great Depression, the two World Wars
How great nations through history never last

Writers and poets are a different breed
They focus on the ethereal side of being
Flying high above the horizons
In a world of unknown and unseeing


© Jack Ellison 2014

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Robert Nehls August 2, 2014 at 3:01 AM Very well written, Jack. Yes, I truly believe that we are an instrument of truth in observation and the eyes so that others may see. We are guided by a spirit that demands that our pen convey these observations and contemplations. I will put this in my favorites, my friend...... Robert. Jack Ellison August 2, 2014 at 6:27 AM You are always so supportive of my poetry, Robert my friend! Your very well written comments are truly appreciated! I THANK YOU AGAIN!!!... Jack

Charmaine Chircop July 31, 2014 at 2:33 PM Beautiful!!!

Charmaine Chircop July 31, 2014 at 2:32 PM I love the world of the unknown...and its wonderful when our pen travels there. Jack Ellison July 31, 2014 at 3:25 PM So so good to hear from you again, dear lady! Never stopped loving you sweet Charmaine! XOX

Carol Eastman July 30, 2014 at 10:52 AM All that and can rhyme too, Amazing! amazingly my kids run down the street to avoid my poetry and others flock to read it. Where'd I go wrong? Certainly not with Dragon! Come to think of it... He reads my poetry but he chases me around the lake, lights everything afire once a week, and drives me insane with crazy plots and fights with the Sheriff of Crazyland! Well, no one's perfect! Except me! Mamma's always right. Even when she's wrong... Darn! Now I've got Grandpa Troll laughing... Sigh... Jack Ellison July 30, 2014 at 2:04 PM Kids think parents are from another time and place so how could we possibly be current! LOL XOX