If I can take my pen in hand-
And take you to a distant land.
Or with my words bring forth a tear
Or make you feel, or make you hear-
A whippoorwill, or robin sing-
Or see the blossoms
Born of Spring.....
Or let you feel my heart and mind
And tell of things
Iíve left behind.
Or paint a scene of desert land...
To where you, too, can see the sand-
And watch the sun sink in the West
And make you also long to rest-
Astride your horse, on canyon rim-
Behold the beauty wrought by Him!
And let you see things through my eyes
I guess that I might well surmise...
In spite of barbs cast by the rest-
If youíre inspired, I have success.
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