A blank paper made pretty
because of an authors creativity
cease to be known if it were, the descriptive art of hand and pen
Erie and sad it would have been.
Friends and fellows admire a good book
Good prose would attract some looks
Heroines and villains are all there too
In your head goes through the thoughts...to your pen Jiggly Jim
The opportunites it brings,
Kind is the works your doing with things you write
lovely art, not just a painting or song, but something more
More is the art of description. As I walk through the door I see something more..
Not a canvas, not a stage but blank piece of paper to be turned into something great,