“Poets: A Special Breed”
Poets are a special and unusual breed,
Every one of us started with a tiny seed.
We were planted quietly years ago,
I bet you’re smiling to learn it so.
That you were growing into a wonderful poet
A tiny seed that grew and you didn’t know it.
Life has a way of surprising the heart,
Making the world into works of art.
Through poems and stories, you’ve introduced,
Like flowers the good earth raised and produced.
With time and patience–one word at a time —
You turn out new music through poetic rhyme.
Poets are a special breed,
Planted from a lonely seed.
Authors Note:
This poem grew from a simple thought: every poet begins long before they ever write a line. Something small—an instinct, a curiosity, a spark—gets planted early, and life slowly coaxes it upward. I wanted to honor that quiet beginning and remind writers that their gift didn’t appear overnight. It was always there, waiting for the right moment to bloom.

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