The Poet

She saw it everywhere In everything, the rhyme, the rhythm And she pulled it from the air And made it clear Like the bones and stones she found Shaped into a point and porpoise And her pen the arrow Her hand the bow She said, Make sure you're looking where you step. You've a tendency not to notice There's an arrowhead Underneath each of our noses If we get out of our own head And look around We just might see the trees like she did Her father's heart and might in the forest And they spoke to her like a daughter So she planted more She said, Make sure you're looking where you step. You've a tendency not to notice There's an arrowhead Underneath each of our noses If we get out of our own head And look around The world's meant for our eyes And our eyes are meant for wonder To see it in all, the rhyme, the rhythm Ready to write are we the poet She said, Make sure you're looking where you step. You've a tendency not to notice There's an arrowhead Underneath each of our noses If we get out of our own head And look She said, Make sure you're looking where you step. You've a tendency not to notice There's an arrowhead --- The Poet - The Arcadian Wild