You may not know me quite possible I do not live in king’s palace Nor even heard about me I do not boast of my accomplishments Possible you may have seen me I labor tirelessly where I’m sent I am who I am a slave of the almighty willingly without question Creator of poems a time traveler my timeless poems will marvel To the East without cease to the North that don’t mean I’m soft The words are easy my head is clear I travel here and everywhere Blue is the color of the sky today hurry do hurry come out to play Give us strength for purpose wisdom for honor it’s the only way Yes Honor the lord thy God for his great mercy comes from above I am the poet that’s a fact some say it’s a matter of white or black But I say to you my friend the words of the prophet is on my back Will forever guide my track through the storm or through the dark? It’s not a lost endeavor for timeless poems will be there whenever For shadows comes and go and the mist gently covers the snow Kenvil Atkins