Walter De La Mare looked up at the starlit sky
Watching the moon slowly drifting by
The silent wanderer of the night
Creating the image of silver in it's magical faint light
The poem he named 'Silver' was stirring in his head
One of his many to outlive him when he was long dead
In what was ordinary to many beauty the poet see
Silver became one of his many poetic gifts to humanity
Silver a poem that on reading that has brought joy
To many a schoolgoing girl and boy
The beauty in the poets words alive today
A great poem is forever seems true to say
And though life from Walter De La Mare's body in the long forever gone
One of his many great poems 'Silver' today lives on.
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