Who Are The Poets?
Who but a poet whose talents are rare
can bring out the laughter, also a tear?
Who but the Poets’ Roundtable will care
when one of their members trembles with fear?
Who but a poet can furnish the glue
to hold words together upon the page,
compressed, compacted–a story so true–
to capture attention down through the age?
Some have collected Fair Heaven’s awards;
their poetry, though, shall ever remain
in hearts, anthologies, sharp as new swords,
indelible as the great works of Twain.
Who are these poets that I hold in awe?
Why, they are the Poets’ of Arkansas.
© 2014 Freeda Baker Nichols