The Herald took a chance on me

When some considered poetry

Was worthy not of printer's ink

No matter how it made you think

Unlike the current "poemophobes"

Who rule from under neon globes

Or claim to be of current "Times"

But cannot see the worth of rhymes

The Herald knew when side by side

Both poetry and news reside

You could report the every day

Plus entertain along the way

And since it values open minds

The lucky reader's one who finds

Each Wednesday, like the week before

The Herald waiting at their door

Carol Smith

West Seattle