Visiting a Writer's House
I’ve visited some writers’ homes
And what I love the best
Is not the room where they relaxed
Or ate or slept or dressed…
But rather where they sat and wrote –
Their typewriter and desk
And what their window framed,
Often a view most picturesque.
Today it was Pearl Buck’s estate
And staring at the keys
Of the Royal perched upon her desk
(She’d brought from overseas)…
I realized it won’t be the same
For authors of today.
To gawk at someone’s iPad
Will the fans come out and pay?
Perhaps I do romanticize
But there’s a certain charm
To a writer’s clacking which, alas,
A P.C. does disarm.
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