Pressed

he stands amid the dusted rays of beams from smudged, windowed days casting light on the words below pressed flat upon papered page he's been here since before sun up stained and smelling of turpentine surveying the thoughts he's pressed quickly he hangs the page to dry then re-inks the typeset laid to table and inserts another piece to press pulling at the screw-pressed platen repeating process his labors express his desire to enlighten the world not just his neighbors informed to tell ideas and thoughts carried on back ancestors haunched with ink and quill before them criers cried the street events be known upon lips aloud spreading ideas throughout the land difficult to speak beyond the crowd and unbeknownst to him and kind someday in future ideas are spread with something called electricity through wires and waves on into head to reach to you my heartfelt soul ideas with emotions and feelings said until now, thoughts sweetest aspirations words spread like jam on slice of bread words, like feelings toil quietly carry your touch and feeling along to distant lands and distant times to give life's meaning, therefore prolong what the publisher and writer wish to convey to all able to read or hear that thought, like life, is precious held close at hand, the mind made clear © Goode Guy 2011-08-09 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ink http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Printing_press http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Publishing