Last classic poem ... I wrote it

I'm called the Last Known Poet

You asked me to speak today

Here is what I have to say

Poetry nearly extinct?

Classics destroyed long ago

Yes, we lost poem precinct

But that's no reason for woe

For as long as we can speak

And we hear the spoken word

There's no reason to feel bleak

Or feel poetry is interred

When our written words were lost

History now captured through speech

All our books were burned and tossed

Videos our way to teach

We did not destroy our joy

For rhymes and chimes in our words

We still teach our girls and boys

With stories we have all heard

An itsy bitsy spider

A lesson in up and down

The rain makes her a slider

And the sun dries up the ground

Children learn to count to ten

A rhyme of buckle my shoe

That ends with a very big hen

And grandma repeats on cue

Music uses rhyme and chime

With lessons of right and wrong

Someone committed a crime!

And how hope will keep us strong

Love songs about white moonbeams

Shining upon dark water

Verse that inspires our dreams

Making our blood run hotter

How do we find solutions?

They are blowing in the breeze

We fight our planet's pollution

Sing of Earth Day and clean seas

We protest with chants that beat

A story in simple phrase

Mantras that help move our feet

Help nation to break its' daze

Our poetry may evolve

Into a form that is new

We must just keep our resolve

Open our mind to fresh view

Whether our poetry rhymes

Or moves to a brand new beat

Poems part of our paradigm

Rise up and create new feat!

Poetry will survive time

In our stories and our songs

We recall through rhyme and chime

This keeps our poetry strong

Copyright 2018 by Cleomez (all rights reserved)

Contest: Day #29 - The Last Poet (Story: Aim to Engage)

Word count: 317 (poem and title)