Copyright 2012 Denise Krebs, Flickr, CC-BY, via Wylio
I have just stumbled across these verses written early one morning in the summer of 2010 sitting by the river whilst holidaying at Statford upon Avon. The desire to write and getting stuck seems to have remained with me!
Aren’t words the wonder of all
they bring such treasures our way
Without them we’d fall with nothing to call
and life would be dull day on day.
We’d sing, no lyrics would come
we would hum, laa laa, dee dee
What would be the point, well ok for some
but for most so lost would be.
So writers what would they write
no way to convey their thoughts
However they tried, as hard as they might
they would drift and be out of sorts.
How would we share all our joys
that come bursting through our voice
Whatever we feel, whatever the noise
the message is not our choice.
With no words no wonder is
unless an artist could be
With colour and light, some pencil and vizz
would say all there is to see.
Words are the key to my life
without them what would I do
Be lost for a while, my thoughts would be rife
till vision could see them too.
A lesson it is for me
to be the best that I can
A story will write, for all it will be
for children, for women, for man.
A puzzle this has become
it didn’t set out to be
I will paint and draw, I will sing and hum
till the words they come to me.