A Discovery

A love of the written word is new to him Beginning unexpectedly and without intent A lie he says, for he entered a poem in a contest But the love that sprung from that one Is like the tree that supports the branch For it is deep as a mother’s love for her child Earthed in the heart of the writer His passion for the language speaks through him Poetry as they call it is just an expression of his mind Writing away clearing his thoughts He ponders the future and hoping to create He motivates himself and smiles away As he sees his path and guides his hand With every key stroke he imprints his ideas On the page before him he unearths thoughts that preceded his written words