#376 Where Have All The Poets Gone Poem by Jimmie Arrington

Where have all the poets gone,
Those who dreamt while awake?
They who wrote of the dewy dawn
On the shore of a woodland lake.

They who spoke of joy and woe
In kingdoms by the sea.
Where is Edgar Allan Poe
And the beautiful Annabel Lee?

They who wielded an iron plow
While willing a heart to mend.
Where is Walt Whitman now
And the America he penned?

They who lived and loved below
The moon and watched it rise.
Where did Lord Byron go
And his cloudless, starry skies?

They who found so much delight
In the wild growing mulberry.
Where is John Clare tonight
And his most beloved Mary?

They whose words depended on
Ocean tides and river flow.
Where have all the poets gone?
To a place I wish to go.