Friday, July 20, 2012

I'm on my way to The Writer's Plot Conference.

Tuesday I'll post photos, ooohs! and ahhhs!

Meanwhile here's a little food for thought. What do you suggest for the last line of this poem? [Yes, it's a product of my silly imagination.]

My Reader

He loves to jump and play and bounce
She doesn’t really give an ounce
For lessons to be learned
Each day at school.

He wants to touch and taste and see
Dragons, ships, and honeybees.
She wants to visit lands
Where princes rule.

He wants to learn to stand up tall
She wants to know she’s not too small
To sing her song
And capture lofty dreams.

And so, upon the printed page
I make a world of hope or rage
Of love or fear or courage


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