A Poets Roots Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang
A Poets Roots
My father, a poet, I like it
to be,
Like my mother, well gifted, much more than me.
They brought me to life, that's a truth I sure know,
A love song they sang, in creations soft flow.
I cling to the old ways, honestly and true,
In rhythm and rhyme, old fresh and new.
My heart is my own, a soft beating plea,
I let nobody break it, or cause me to flee.
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