A busy mind hard at work
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!

There are those who enjoy the discovery of other's mistakes to the point of sheer ecstasty!
To those treasured readers, I, like even the famous authors, leave crumbs for them to find... My gift... GWT