It Touches Me Somehow Poem by Mary Mc Creath

In my life I've been inspired
By many people and things.

The heroics of brave men and women,
The exploits of prophets and kings.

I've marvelled at the beauty of nature
And the wonder of internet things.

I've delighted in visions of sunsets
And the joy of a slow walking pace.

But of all of those things nothing touched me,
Like the warmth of a poet's embrace.

In the picture the poet has painted
Of a vision created in space

Be it Shakespeare or Byron or Shelly.
Be it Langstone or Angelou.

What I've needed to live in this moment,
They've said it in words somehow.