He Was a Poet

He was poet of great alacrity

Whose shadow widened the plains

His influences were all the greatest men on Earth

So surely he had to write to honor them

And when he did the people stopped

At least for the time it took to read his words

Nothing special did he

Put one word in front of another then whatever came next

There were so many words from which to choose

This wide and wonderful washing

This oh by goshing

This mention of the time

This feeling so sublime

This act of dveotion

Not devoid of emotion

This careful placing of words

Was what separated him from the birds

Sometimes he would seek to rhyme

But maybe not next time

Joyful

So glad to be among the living

Happy

So grateful to be where words mattered

And putting them in order

Brought you celebrity

Celebration

Widening the plains

Deepening the valleys

Bolstering the hills

He was a poet of great alacrity

And clarity too