Every five years or so <br />since you were a boy, <br />a slender book of <br />maybe a dozen poems <br /> <br />gently human, like <br />a summer seashore <br />lapping at the heart, <br />leaving washed bright pebbles <br />like jewels <br /> <br />for each five years <br />a quiet poet, bright-eyed <br />with an inner smile <br />has walked around unnoticed <br /> <br />waiting for a poem to come to him <br />and yet <br />leaving the air around him clean <br />like a walk by the sea-shore <br /> <br />cleansed by the listening sight <br />of a world full of unwritten poems<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0120-a-tribute-to-james-p-poet/
