Who are the Poets?

Their words tumble over the page
Sharing the contents of their hearts
They freely give you their smiles
Their tears fill your eyes
You read a line over and then over again
You ponder and marvel.

Who are these poets?
These crafters of words?
These wandering minstrels of life?

They are bus drivers, bakers and farmers
They are street sweepers, caregivers and hair dressers
They are young, they are old, they are dark, and they are light.
They are your worldwide neighbors and friends.
Word smiths and lyricists
God bless them, every one.  

~C. Wolf