The Poet Who Didn’t Know It

 

There was a lovely poet.

But the only problem was,

She simply didn’t know it.

 

Unsteady and unsure,

Not knowing what to do.

She never penned a line,

Nor rhymed a verse or two.

 

Sadly the world missed out,

On what she might have said.

Her inner thoughts and feelings,

All left silent and unread.

 

Have you a verse within you?

Something you would like to say?

Write it down and let it out,

Please don’t wait another day!

 

Don’t be fearful or be shy,

Just do it and give it a try.

The words within you long to fly.

Because your world is waiting and standing by!

 

P.S. from Little Red Bear — Most poems begin as a thought someone almost kept to themselves. And the world has enough unwritten poems already.

Images have been created for this piece with the assistance of AI . . .  lovingly prepared and styled for Honey Hill Country and the world of Little Red Bear.

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