Jane Vance Rule

(Decatur, Illinois)


Poem by Jane Vance Rule

This gift that I've been given
Of finding words that rhyme--
The first that some are humorous
While others seem sublime--
The urge that comes upon me
At morning, noon, or night--
To reach for pad and pencil
And causes me to write--
When words begin to fall in place,
And thoughts begin to fall in place,
It's almost like a sudden wind
That comes before a storm
I know I must not hesitate
To write it down, and fast--
For that's the only way I know
To make this great gift last!

And, through it all I realize
This wondrous debt I owe
To God above whose caring love
Has made this talent grow!

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

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