Saturday, May 22, 2010

This Pen of Mine

go and draw a line,
take and twist upon itself,
create a picture for your soul,
not framed on wall or shelf.

long or short,
it's still a line,
a line, a line,
in this pen of mine.

come and weave a yarn,
a tale to love and grow,
keep you warm on chilly nights,
to have, to keep, to hold.

long or short,
it's still a line,
wound real tight
in this pen of mine.

kneel and plant a seedling,
to climb and venture far;
build a ladder to the sky,
and sleep beneath the stars

long or short,
it's still a line,
curves, crosses, dots
in this pen of mine.

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