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!

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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