(I've not been writing much of late. Any creativity I had, has gone into erecting my new
garden shed. The instructions are supposed to be easy enough for a Seven year old to follow).
Signed...........stevenstirk (Aged 6)
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"I wish I could write" said the authors apprentice
"I follow you round like in loco parentis
And hang on each word that drips down from your nib
And pretend I'm a writer...If only a fib"
"Of course" said the author "just come to your senses
Don't hide in my shadow behind false pretenses
Just take a fresh quill and write down as you think
And then watch as your feelings appear in fresh ink"
And so I sat down and began with pure fluence
Without understanding of logic or nuance
To magic my words and as if by pure chance
They appeared on the vellum and started to dance
So now I'M the author , the master's departed
The lessons he taught me shall now be imparted
In sonnet; in free verse; in essay or rhyme
To those who shall listen to words such as mine
And all that I ask is the gift of inciting
A reader who never thought much of his writing
To learn from the master, that what he desired
Was the pride that he took from all those he inspired