Poetry is language,
Language that changes,
Changing rapidly and instantaniously,
Considerably easier once you read childhood poem books.
Whilst indulged in the works of art,
Thwarted e'ry word,
Cords to a seemlessly timeless song,
Long forgotten once you had read those childhood poem books.
Upon ages of wear and tear,
Tears of memories and wonder fill the air,
Where joys of imagination and awe,
Thaw in the warm flowing glow of the childhood poem books.