A po-em old has verses wrapped in gold
As rhythmic beauty pours from every line;
A magic gift with music to behold.

Sophisticated language ripe and bold
Applied with master crafted strokes sublime;
A po-em old has verses wrapped in gold.

A reservoir of riches there we mold
Inside a tapestry spread over time;
A magic gift with music to behold.

As summer heat turns into winter cold,
These songbird troubadours sing out their rhyme;
A po-em old has verses wrapped in gold.

Perfection flows from words these poets told
In metronomic splendor like a chime;
A magic gift with music to behold.

The ancient poets lived within the fold
Of rhythmic verse we now consider prime.
A po-em old has verses wrapped in gold,
A magic gift with music to behold.