Visiting a Writer's House

I’ve visited some writers’ homes And what I love the best Is not the room where they relaxed Or ate or slept or dressed… But rather where they sat and wrote – Their typewriter and desk And what their window framed, Often a view most picturesque. Today it was Pearl Buck’s estate And staring at the keys Of the Royal perched upon her desk (She’d brought from overseas)… I realized it won’t be the same For authors of today. To gawk at someone’s iPad Will the fans come out and pay? Perhaps I do romanticize But there’s a certain charm To a writer’s clacking which, alas, A P.C. does disarm.