Ruth Wrights Poet Verse

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.

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