I Poet

I Poet

I POET SING PHILOSOPHY,
THE MOUNTAIN AIR;
THE BROOK;
THE TREE,
OF DAYS GONE BY
AND DAYS TO COME,
OF ELDER SOULS
AND LITTLE ONES,
OF THAT BETWEEN
THAT BINDS AT LENGTH,
THAT OVERTAKES A WEAKNESS,
AND BUILDS UPON A STRENGTH.
I POET STIR THE SOUL UN-REST,
TAKE OF OUR WORST
AND MAKE IT OUR BEST,
SOARING ON AN EAGLE'S WIND
THEN DIVING THROUGH,
GIVING PEACE
AND BATTLE TO THE ENEMY
AND YOU,
SNATCHING THOUGHTS OF BEAUTY
AS WE ONLY CAN,
ONLY POETS WANT TO CHANGE THE WORLD,
POETS ONLY CAN.