A blank canvas sits before me
This plain, sheet of notebook paper
It has not been marred by my life
Carries no trace of stress or strife
Waiting only for my writer's voice
Colorful ideas spread across
My canvas of choice
The tools of my trade are not a brush and paint
I need only my notebook, and pen
To create my masterpiece
May Lu a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
(((HUGS))) and much love, your tx. friend, karen lynn. :D
God Bless
~Michelle~