An Empty Page

An empty page lies before me,
Waiting, waiting to be told,
Words worth more than silver or gold

An empty page lies before me,
A fountain pen is in my hand,
A jar of ink is on its stand.

An empty page lies before me,
I'm sitting in a straight backed chair,
Trying hard not to mess with my hair.

An empty page lies before me,
The kettle on the stove is singing,
And cold air on my nose is stinging.

An empty page lies before me,
Only when embers begin to glow,
Will words from my pen begin to flow.


~Rebekah Plummer~