Thank God For This Great Land Of Poe-Tree.

Wheeee! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
To be free in the lost land of loved poetry...
Free to get lost and find my way back to a poet's tree.
Able to climb on a branch so high...
As high as thee.
Free to capture the elusive poem good to me...
Every branch has a leaf well composed.
Poetry branches out to venues not recently traveled...
Like a rough road filled with pits and holes and at least one path
Untouched as graveled.
Let's hear it for one land of poe-tree filled
with a many poems of varied taste...
Found upon many branches of that tree.
Thank God for poe-tree!

by Michael Gale

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