Ode to the Word

Put pen to paper;

Spell out words.

How lucky we are to be able to compose

Lyrics and verses

And stories and rhymes

And tales tall and fanciful that live on through time.

Yes pen and keyboard,

If small and quite discreet,

Like hammer and chisle  

Are tools mighty indeed

That carve out the great figures

Of which we now boast,

Who on the tides of history

Might have foundered and been lost

Had it not been for the word,

Written and transposed

Then passed on and revived

So their legacy could be kept alive.

Yes, how blessed we are

As inheritors who

Are privileged to receive and add to

A wealth of experiences:

Of victories and defeats,

Of loves lost and found,

Of highs and lows,

Of infamy and renown.

And so,

To your quills, your pads and computers,

If your hearts be so stirred,

As we celebrate the life and times

Of the written word.