A Poet’s Measure

to write in words like rivers
slicing valleys through the earth
not clumsy engineered canals
that struggle for their worth
to balladeer as nature wiles
and leave the gods in awe
of talent borne from time beguiled
the heavens to applaud
alas my measure leaves vain hope
to paint the earth’s abide
thus, humbly I in simple odes
my fancies pure ascribe.

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