Mighty be the pen that writes
Through the many sleepless nights
Turning many wrongs to rights
Words to pictures making sights
Using many miles of ink
Paper from the nib will drink
Laying out a tale I think
Taking readers to the brink
With each word the ink will flow
Knowing where each one will go
Letters high with others low
Verses laid out in a row
Here once more the mighty pen
Sleepless tales begin at ten
How to stop or knowing when
As one tale ends begin again
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
truely mightier than the sword...great poem.