"No one cares about your stupid poem."
This was a line from a trending post. Yes Homie I am white listed and have enough SBD to upvote this post to the tending page any time I want. I can watch the numbers go up and then in six days get my money back. I can write 2,500 controversial words to fertilize Steemit. But I prefer a short post from the heart. I am not a philosopher and I am not a scientist but I know enough about life to realize the joy in being unknown. In the blockchain my words live one and I don't care if anyone remembers my name.
Grafton. K. Mintz was an American copyright editor from Ohio State who taught in Pusan Korea in the 60s and 70s.
His body was buried in Yangwhajin the foreigner's cemetery in Seoul. I took a walk around there Easter Sunday and found a living history in those who gave their lives for Korea.
This particular tomb struck me for what he said about poetry.
It is actually a quote from John Keats:
The Poetry of earth is never dead:
When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead;
That is the Grasshopper’s—he takes the lead
In summer luxury,—he has never done
With his delights; for when tired out with fun
He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
Original Poem 
Poetry is Alive
These words you brush by
Because they won't buy you lunch.
He pours out his heart for pennies.
Labors in the fields for his art is fleeting.
He left his home and his family
to a land unknown surrendering to the unforeseen.
But when he is gone the words are remembered.
Is it serendipity or irony that it is way too late?
The life he lived and the hearts he touched want more
But the poet cannot write.
He is taken to where the poets recite
Along the railroad tracks at night
From memory lines of the great.
They spend their days baking beans and playing guitar.
They strum a few chords and sing a good rhyme.
Grafton knows first hand the poetry of the earth
Is never forgotten."
It lives on as the cricket sings his song.
This is my 25th poem in the Steemitschool poetry competition 
Verse of the Day/ Isaiah 40:22
"It is he who sits above the circle of the earth, and its inhabitants are like grasshoppers; who stretches out the heavens like a curtain, and spreads them like a tent to dwell in..."
Mineopoly Quote:
A line in time saves nine.
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