Poet's World ~
Just a mere mortal am I
with just one wish before I die.
To see the beauty of God's world unfold
through the eyes of the poets of old.
To walk behind them, in their shadow
over mountains, stream, and meadow ...
Joyfully being in their presence, breathing the
My soul drifting with theirs, without a care.
If only I could feel as they,
and say the things they say.
But destined am I, foolish and blind.
Oh, how wretched, to be of a common mortal mind
and only read verses immortals have signed.
But before my soul gives one last sigh
and I have not time to cry or wonder why ...
I pray then read me verses of Byron or
and I shall pass through death, to my new birth.
My soul shall meet with theirs on high!
used with permission
"My home is where
my books are."
~Ellen Thompson, 1909~