All the great poets are gone
whose works did please,
writing of places and things
of long ago,
Poems that sang
soft as the murmuring breeze
of loves which they did know.
Such pleasure reading of Poe
and his beautiful `Annabel Lee`
His love for her gentle and soft
as the murmuring breeze
from their sea, the beautiful sea
.
Their words penned on paper
our eye still reads
Frost, Shelley,Keats and more
Past Poetry soft as the murmuring breeze
passes thru~ present's door
'Alas, such poets have passed away
'Tis true,that they're all dead
but, their lines live on today
echoeing, soft murmurs,of what they said
So Salutations! great poets of yesteryear
and thank you for all you gave
poetry like your's is written,no more,nowhere
for when you went, so went it, to a poet's grave