I read their poems at dawn <br />In the still quiet hours, alone <br />To savor the meter and the rhyme <br />Of their poetry stored in time. <br /> <br />A myriad thoughts and styles <br />Their pens bring tears and smiles <br />A kaleidoscope wrought in words <br />From the passion that writing accords. <br /> <br />For poetry is like the best wine <br />That you have as you leisurely dine <br />Each little sip is one you enjoy <br />Each line is one that brings you joy.<br /><br />Cynthia BuhainBaello<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-the-poetry-class/
