If I Were a Poet

If I were a poet,
I would write of such things
As fish beneath the ocean,
Or of the graceful eagle's wings.

If I were a poet,
I would write of such things
As springing late blooms,
Or the colour autumn brings.

If I were a poet,
I would write of such things
As fire-breathing dragons,
Or of bitter, greedy kings.

If I were a poet,
I would write of such things
As words beneath the pages,
Or of silent songs I sing.

If I were a poet,
I would give my thoughts a voice,
To which one could listen
Through any strength of noise.