A poem old has verses wrapped in gold
As rhythmic beauty pours from every line,
A magic gift with music to behold.
Sophisticated language ripe and bold
Applied with master crafted strokes sublime,
A poem old has verses wrapped in gold.
A reservoir of riches there we mold
Inside a tapestry spread over time,
A magic gift with music to behold.
As summer heat turns into winter cold,
These songbird troubadours sing out their rhyme,
A poem old has verses wrapped in gold.
Perfection flows from words these poets told
In metronomic splendor like a chime,
A magic gift with music to behold.
The modern poets cannot lift their load
While writing pablum far removed from prime,
A poem old has verses wrapped in gold,
A magic gift with music to behold.
Poem By Tammy C.