Maria Forster DeJ
Quill And Ink - Poem by Maria Forster DeJ
Imagine how quiet it was in the land,
when communications were written by hand,
and people were reading, or sharing at night
by kerosene lamp, or a candle's soft light.
The world's greatest music, and verses that rhyme
bear witness that once, folks had plenty of time.
Their letters were deep, with a personal touch,
and manu-scripts still were accepted as such.
Philosophers, scientists were able to think
and left their impressions handwritten in ink.
Today ' cross the nation the "steel-fingers" click.
Good-bye inspiration! The keyword is "Quick!"
Although the production increases each day,
we have less and lesser of value to say.
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