When I write It's almost as if I'm planting a garden With mystery seeds I have No Idea what I'll end up with
I start with a good first sentence A seed, if you will And I water it, nurture it, Letting the words take me where they like
It doesn't always work Sometimes I fizzle out and am left with a dead plant, brown and ugly But Other times, I'm witness to a towering flower, Bursting with color and life, Details abounding
I am a simple garden writer, Planting the words With my ***** of a pen