The words seem slow in coming.
But I have no complaints.
They are there when I need them
And that is what counts in writing
Let the hill top never show its face,
I have yet to miss one.
I am no eager beaver,
Just slow and easy gets it done.
Let the words fall where they may
Let them tell a tall story
They will have you laughing
From end to end, so be patient.
Love ya!
Jane