The Village Poet
i am a child of the word.
conceived by the union of paper and pen,
formed and created by the words that take shape,
in poetry and literature's cultured and timely escape.
i am a child of the music,
created by the rhythm that gives life to blues,
forming my soul from nothingness,
shaping it to all soulful righteousness.
i am a child of the art,
Matured and nurtured by the strokes,
of the artist's brush on canvas with paint,
giving my life colour and culture not faint.
i am a child of the creative mind,
conceived in between insanity and earthly genius,
between all the arts in time and passionate love making,
i am the village poet born and bred, brewed and nurtured:
yours for the taking.
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