True Poets Poem by Bill Cantrell
True Poets
The blessings of a poet,
Has been granted to the child
In innocence,
They nurture nature's breasts
Life is eyes wide opened,
As they play between the lines
All is clean and worry free,
With no sins to confess
Their wisdom is their ignorance,
And yet, they clearly see
Their command is sounds of laughter
Their rhyme is trust in you and me
A book of poems they do not write,
Their whole world is but one
And when they leave their childhood,
Their poetry becomes undone
This poem brings back to the readers to the past in which happy memories of childhood are hidden. So nicely and amusingly you have delineated that I here I quote..... Their wisdom is their ignorance, And yet, they clearly see Their command is sounds of laughter Their rhyme is trust in you and me A beautiful poem so nicely executed.10
Are then all poets children? Maybe so. Thank you for reminding us of happy, innocent times so beautifully and and with such a charming poem.
Wow... Wonderful poem..... You may like to read my poems too.... All the best Naila
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4/28/2024 8:24:04 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautiful poem take us back to the childhood memories, which is still there even if one leaves that stage. Loved reading it. Thanks for sharing.