Of Poetry
Some folks were made to write it seems,
They’re born with just the knack,
To take a pen in hand, and write,
There’s nothing that they lack.
Now, some would write a narrative
That tells a story long,
While others choose to play with words
That only sing a song.
As everyone may have his choice
and read what he likes best,
just give to me the poetry
and you can have the rest.
I love the way the rhythm flows,
The sound of words that rhyme,
For music in the lines I read
It’s poetry every time.
For there’s a beat within my heart
That scorns the way of prose,
It thrills to time and meter
And it dances as it flows.
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by Winnie Apple Newton
Written 1939