Pure Gold

I came seeking gems
not the worldly kind
for they are not rare
not in my book anyway

No the treasure I sought
was not the normal type
that mortals greedily grasp
these are gone at end of day

What  I seek is the written word
these are the true gems that fall
sparkling casting magical spells
inspiring letters forming verse

Although on their own
each word still has magic
conjures up a picture
day we think bright and sun

food and pictures flood in
bacon sarnies or roast beef
yes our words paint many pictures
as our poems weave their spell

For me they are pure magic
as I am caught up in their spell
long after we are dead and gone
minds of many still caught in awe

You poets get the message
understand beauty
and touch people's souls
with words dripped from pen

                                 -Shadow Hamilton