To all those who work behind the sceens at Neopoet

No longer Orphans,
You took us in without cost
We have a home- but I do not see the builders
Build a home for their children
Workers of the dawn
Seldom heard or seen
In the work of there hands,
And the shadows of their love

The lumber and the nails
The mortar and the stone
bind us as family with love
Walk the night watch like vigilant  ghosts

Night fires burn bright with heated sparks
They have words of there own
 lay them down for us all
In that warmth, friends, and poets

Neopoet  we are your orphan children
 Take us in as orphans
Feed us and clothed us
Show us the way with your words
Heal our wounds with your laughter,
Kindness.and love. With out you
Our family will die ,and
Our words......scattered in the wind
Forever