The Old Scribe
My old scribe said sit and I will tell you a story, a story from long ago. When being a scribe was hard and changing, we carved words onto rocks. We wanted to tell what we knew, just for you to remember always. Times changed and we still wrote, papyrus scrolls become our newest choice. Pen with ink and paper we did love, it makes it easier for us to write our stories. Then came typewriters, oh my what an invention for all of us. The scribes thought we had it made with the typewriters, then came the computer. The computer has truly set me free, free to be the writer that is inside of me.
Date Written: 6/20/2020
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