- THESE WORDS-
So many years I only read
Just what other people wrote
Words went dancing through my head
As I made each mental note.
I've always had a little song
I would make up as I went
Singing about the right and wrong
Of every little event.
I'd make up songs for my children
That they remember to this day,
Just a little bitty rhyme
On the things, I wished to say.
And now, with songs still dancing
I hear the rhyming more
As those words continue prancing
And out of my head...they pour.
I felt That Magic Finger
That touched me on my head
And sent these words to linger
On these pages...so well read...
Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
© 8-22-06
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