Sheets
June 10, 1998- yes that was the dawn
Where a new book was born
and in the pages you will see
Clean sheets a paper can be.
And in the years passed by
Foot prints of the pens that tried
In pages marked their arts
As they partake with and without heart.
In the pages of the book
Are all the fossils it once had
All the writings that were crooked
The fine, the rough and all the sad.
There were pages that were torn
As the foot prints of the pens
Left those poignant schemes
Since the day 'twas born.
But there were pens that have their hearts
In surface pages they left the art
The art of friendship 'neath the sun
Strengthened in love and friendship bond.
All the prowess of the wind
Blow the pages of the book
To the eighteenth surface it doth sends
With a joy in a closer look.
Copyright © Ruth Wrights | Year Posted 2016
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