The Bard's Eternal Quill Poem by Ronni ManoaHofbauer

In Stratford-upon-Avon's embrace,
A genius born of mortal space.
With quill in hand and mind ablaze,
Will Shakespeare set the world astage.

His sonnets sang of love's sweet ache,
While tragedies made hearts to break.
In comedies, he spun such mirth,
His words gave laughter joyous birth.

From Hamlet's doubt to Lear's despair,
Macbeth's ambition, Juliet fair,
He painted souls in hues so true,
That centuries cannot subdue.

The Globe did echo with his art,
As groundlings cheered and nobles start.
His language, rich as finest wine,
Still flows through time, forever fine.

O Bard of Avon, timeless scribe,
Your legacy cannot subside.
In every player's proud refrain,
Immortal Will, you live again.