The winds of change cannot persuade
The poet to give up her trade
Nor can progress replace the charge
Of unwrit poems still at large
The noisy world of buy and sell
Can never satisfy or quell
The surge that sweeps the deeps that bend
With poems waiting to be penned
How quiet the silence would be
Without whispers of poetry
To test and tease with quest and yen
The mysteries inside a pen
© Janet Martin
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