This one's for the poets,
the painters,
the show its.
A Bird Came Down; dear Emily said.
She wrote me a rainbow
and hushed the buzzing in my head.
This one's for the writers,
who gave me
all-nighters.
Laughing and crying at the words of Austen,
Lizzy and Darcy;
their love I got lost in.
This one's for the readers,
In the meadow
the seeders
plant roses in my mind; The one who tells
me stories of witches, wizards and spells.
This one's for the dreamers,
the "go do it"s,
the schemers.
One day they'll inspire; By story and by name
Love of literature in their heart
is how they became.
