the wordspinner

he sat at his desk with his pencil in hand
his mission to write of the sea and the sand
the world and the mountains, the sun and the moon
the legends of arthur, of desert and dune
of castles and pixies and horses that run
of children who cry and girls who have fun
he was a word spinner, his mission in life
to expose with his magic, joy, trouble and strife
each day he sat waiting, for knowledge to rise
allowing expression, the truth and the lies
for no matter what happens a writer must write
for in words are his soul food, they bring him delight
he cared not who read them, nor what they might think
his stories his own, he explored every link
he wrote for his pleasure, because he had need
put pencil to paper, the world would recede
at the end of each day he would lean back and sigh
stretch out his legs and stare at the sky
thank god for the magic of the words in his head
because with no words a word spinner is dead


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