Through school I met poetry, in youth I met poetry.

Longfellow, Frost, and Whitcomb Riley-

These men became teacher, scholars to me

And taught me lots, lots about poetry!

In time, I grew, and so did they!

They grew on me without delay.

I knew at once I had a friend-

A friend that'd stay with me to the end

My friend, none other than Poetry!

Lacking in meter and uniquely pure

My poetry was deficient and imperfect for sure!

But I found an outlet for unstatable words,

A form to express the beauty around me,

A way of uniting all those around me

All for one cause - all this in poetry!

As Time marches on its merry way-

My friend, dear Poetry, is there to stay,

And though life changes with every breath

I know one constant - it's poetry!