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.
