Before the Very First Poem
In a time before poetry was written or read,
Before a song was sung, or a tale said,
They lived in a garden, green, fertile and fair,
The free-est the fairest, the only ones there,
But one order, one order, they could not obey,
So they seek comfort to this very day,
In storys, wild stoys, and songs to sing,
Of loss or of love, for their loss they are longing,
Seeking the place they lost, seeking where they called home,
Before was written, read or recited, the very first poem…
