Where Words Are Grown

A poet knows where words are grown
It's where a poem starts
A place where just a thought is sown
A place inside our hearts

Some words are from the days of old
From poets of the past
Words that were meant to be retold
To make sure they always last

While other words can only be found
Inside a single tear
They're silent words without a sound
That only the poet can hear

For only a poet can write a smile
And put it in the rain
He'll use the words in such a style
That only he can explain

A poet knows where words are grown
The words that are hard to find
For poets somehow have always known
It's our heart and not our mind.

----By Larry Belt----