by Amanda Bullington
I once knew a man
Who was placed on earth
To make sure that the bards
Would stay forever,
Unforgotten in this post-Medieval world.
He devoted his time to making sure
Words were being read, ideas sprung
And critiqued beautifully,
Inspiring poets to keep going
And lyrics to be sung.
Even when the singers throats were sore
Their fingers blistered hovering above
Their guitars, and the pen dried up
Spitting little blobs of nonsense on the page,
All the creative minds of the world
Could thank their muse Gabriel
For his ever-kind words and steadfast devotion.
Posted on 03/14/2009
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