If readers just look into
The poem that they wrote
A picture will come to mind
Of what the poet spoke

They write many things
Not all of it just words
About the things they've seen
They feel should be heard

For the poet paints a picture
So beautiful to see
With the rhyming words
It should be shared with thee

The heartbeat of the poet
Is in tune with many things
But most of all real treasure
Of life's more beautiful things

A ray of light across the sky
A little child so sweet
About the Lord of glory
With His world so neat

We see beyond the stars
And through the mountain side
We're forever looking
Into the ocean wide

A poem is born in the poet's heart
Then written with paper and pen
The place we sometimes begin
Not at the top, but at the end.

Betty Hill © 2005

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