Poetry is one of Earth's oldest arts
Practiced long before words of print.
Every race had its masters of verse
In caves, huts cabins, or tent.
Stories in verse were handed down
From one generation to another.
The first told of love, war and more
And how to survive each other.
As man became more civilized
He could not help but wonder within.
Verse then took on a deeper meaning
With stories of faith, superstition, and sin.
The act of reciting became in demand
As verse began to advance
Every tribe, city, town and village
Had someone who gave words romance.
Today's poets are on the World Wide Web
Though many seem spiritually ill.
Thank heaven for all who still have God's gift
To compose, teach, comfort, and fulfill.
