With pen and ink Paper and light And a turn of phrase I start to write Of dreams and hopes Of nightmares and fears With strokes of ink A poem appears Like witch's spell Or bard's pub song From poet's heart My words are drawn To craft clever poems Each word I must weave Into a construction A heart can believe Whether magic or mischief Love story or lie I've just crafted a poem And now bid goodbye -gws
With bleary eyes I seek them out There in the can upon my shelf I dip the scoop and pour in four I can't imagine adding more The water roils and rumbles And from the kettle's spout it tumbles Into my press of french design To make a potion most divine Four minutes seems to last forever As morning light, my walls, does feather Into my cup goes sugar and cream Awaiting the potion of bitter beans At last I add the dark rich brew And breathe in the familiar scent anew "Good morning!" the first sip says to my brain And now I'm ready to face the world again -gws
The baker and the bee Sat beneath the honey tree Sharing a cup of mint tea The breeze filled with wild herbs and Blossom smells, and the songs of birds As the two shared friendly words “Isn’t this lovely?” said the bee The baker was quick to agree “It is truly lovely, indeed.” - gws
Words Wishes and Wisdom 