He or she who can put pen to paper And write words for all to cherish and savour, Who can touch the heart and fire the mind And make us see things as if we were blind; Who paints word pictures, again and again With the swiftest strokes of a fountain pen, Awakening feelings of wonder and awe That, perhaps havenβt been sensed before; Who makes heavy hearts feel at ease As easily as warm winds bend willow trees; Truly, on that Poetβs words we should feed For surely theyβre worthy of praise indeed.