Do You Want To Be A Poet?

Do you want to be a poet?
So do I. Come with me;
We may soar among the masters
On the wings of imagery,
If we weave our mother language
Into strands of poetry.
We may hear a Whitman singing,
By ''the road less traveled on'';
We may hear the verses ringing,
By immortals, who are gone.
We may weave a line eternal.
Oh! I hear the sirens song.

If we seek this road to travel,
We may need a little shove
And some further inspiration
From the powers up above;
As we labor with our passion,
In the sunlight of our love.

I know it won't be easy,
Though the metaphors are free.
Can you hear the muse now calling?
Grab your pen and follow me;
'Let us then be up and doing'
Ah! Sweet realm of poetry.