Blessed are the Poets

Blessed are the poets
And the lovers of poetry
For they see the unseen
Opening so many windows
And so many of our minds
That would forever be closed
If it weren't for our poets
We all would be blind
Yes, blessed are the poets

Self-Talk of a Writer

You'll never goof
If you take time to proof
Proof read that is . . .
'Cause they won't think
That your writing stinks
Or that you're a flake
Always making mistakes
If you avoid being a goof
By taking time to proof
Proof read that is . . .