Sometimes we forget,
In this technological world,
Where we would be without,
Our ancestors use of quill and pen,
While we for the most part use our mouse..
Where would we be,
If Shakespeare did not poetry write,
If we were unable to read of Longfellow,
If all past writers, poets and philosophers,
Did only speak of their trade,
Would we then at all write,
As no one would know what poetry was,
I for one would be a great deal less mellow..
To pick up a pen or quill,
Does not in the end demand skill,
It does however require one to have intelligence,
For without some semblance of smarts,
The reader will not find within a thrill,
This leaving the poet or writer,
On the skids and unable to produce,
Giving him no reason, no rhyme, no excuse..
© ed ~ 12/21/05