Dear Malcolm Guite

Your gifts essential

Your talents many to list

Your voice gently whispers

It never leaves us pissed

Unlike posts or comments on

The blasted worldwide web

My heart skips along gleefully

Hoping singing laughing free

I forward now this poem to thee

Additionally I forwarded

This tiny vid to a friend

Who needs to hear

Your perfect words

To the careful crafted End

Pax Et Bonum