A collection of words
From the nib of my pen
When arranged in indented lines
Will make a poem
But it is not just words
On their own
My heart joins in
To give them weight
Wells of feeling
Are dug in my heart
By endless life experiencing
From youth
My pen is the draw bucket
That gets the water out
And pours them onto the paper
So you can drink in
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