The Pen Flows

The pen flows…
the ink along.
It pens a poem
and then a song.
The hand does write
upon the pad,
a little joy,
a little sad.
The words do form
in what you read.
Does it please
or meet a need?
Take from it
what you will.
Endless joy
or nothing to feel.

8-9-11 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

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