Poetry is a song
A quiet melody in the throng
A low note in the noise that makes us strong.
Poetry is a beat
A steady cadence in the fleet
A common surge in the heart that makes us meet.
Poetry is bold
The bravery that moved kings of old
The sound that rises up, never to be bowled.
Poetry is a life
A hand to hold in the strife
An expression used like their very own fife.
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