Another one of my poems from long ago:
My pencil dances by.
Filled with shapes and imagery
Of things that crawl and fly.
I saw it dace the tune of horse,
Four legged creature tall.
Light from which the mane was source
Illuminating all
It skipped around a battle field.
With reverence it did draw
Warriors whose lives were sealed
By fate’s rending claw.
Down a dragon’s spine it twirled.
Across vast wings it flew.
It sighed and wisps of smoke they curled
Obscuring dragon’s view.
It saw a fairy while dancing there
And gave two gifts of love,
A wondrous dress for it to wear
And wings to grace a dove.
Sky and sea and earthen floor
My pencil it did dance.
It danced until it danced no more,
It died it seemed by chance.
I thank you pencil, for your time
And your dance of glee.
It was for you I wrote this rhyme,
To praise your filigree
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