Pencil In Hand
He sits with a pencil in hand
Laying back in the golden sands
Letting the ideas flood his mind
The words he writes are so kind.
He listens to the waves roll on in
What ever he writes, he will win.
His pencil flows like a dream
Or he will have it seem.
This is how I imagine James Fraser
He’s as sharp as a razor!!
Thanks for your inspiration James
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