The Poet

Where do poems come from?
They're made of blood and bone.
They echo life, and love, and storms.
Experience sets the tone.

It's what you've seen, and what you've done
That makes you who you are;
The love of life, the fear of death,
The wound that left a scar.

And, some are called to tell the truth
At least as so they know it.
We honor them when we read their works.
We fondly call them poets.