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The Author's Purpose I'm writing a book and in I go. Even the wife cannot find me. I'm out of the here and now, so If I'm needed, come see what I see. I live in the world I write for you. I am painting a picture by words. If I can see it, you will, too. I'm into wolves and old Wizards. I carry the sword; I weave the rest. I am good with a cop and a Colt. I ride strong studs, out in the west, Tin cans in space, in darkness untold. I hunt for treasure in temples old, Fight off the bandits one handed. All it takes is a room full of gold, And a team of explorers banded. |
There are creatures unseen from the pale And history oft' hides them away But I live with them and share their tale You will be amazed, and want to stay. I am alarmed at their misfortune, Glad for determination and heart. See the paths in the light of the moon, Before me out there, eager to start. A writer must live in the tales he tells, Else the picture will be sorrily faint. A reader must read and feel the spells, As the mind is drawn into the paint. In truth, you can go deep in a book, Ride the story for as long as you dare. Funny enough, you'll carry a look, A smudge of paint here, another there! ©2022 G. Weldon Tucker-gweldontucker.com Free to copy and share, but leave my name! |
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