My Book And Pen In Hand

As a child my gifts the same, book and pen, please I’d say 

My eyes in awe, I love it, I’d scream, running outside, I’d lay

I’d write away, brush the curls of my face, hours pass, time away

The stories I’d create, the view just past my gate, no time to play

My time with my words, my imagination, my creation, my art

I wouldn’t care about the weather, my book with me, not part

Who cares, not I, if the rain does pour, fallen snow, my feet sit deep

I’d write away, I love this time, my dreams, my words, Join my sleep

Today with me, my book and pen, adventures we do share 

Every step, each journey made, each view, my book is there

It’s given me, everything, created, who I am today

When I’m old, near Eighty, Hope, my book and pen in hand

Love, light and healing energies too you all 

Tm

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