I'd Like To Be a Writer... something I wrote on my birthday 2010

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I'd like to Be a Writer



I always said I'd like to be a writer.
Books seemed to hold such an interest for me.



Pens, crayons, markers, pencils, paint brushes, such a delight.
Plain paper, lined paper, colored paper, pretty paper, designed to inspire.



Writing its yields a strength so loud it echoes through the centuries louder than the cry of any warrior.
Words true or false embedded in the mind, linger inspiring many that've never even seen the sea.



Instruments, tools of a lost art, brighten the darkest night.
Fresh and clean, soon to be muddied with words, thoughts and designs, perhaps some will admire.



Writing it's a way inspire, to preserve, to record, its how we'll touch the lives of others we'll never see.
Words in books, paintings, sketches, a thought brought to light. Just especially for you.


 
A pretty pen, a full bottle of ink, a falling blank leaf...
Perhaps, a writer I'll soon be, leaving you with thoughts to think, words to use, inspiration to continue on.