In Praise of Right Words.

Sing me a song and I will live again…
Recite the Ode let my heart be made warm…
On a rainy day…in the boisterous wind,
when bread is stale and soup loses taste,
your words will be to me – ice drippings on a thirsty soul;
rekindling the spark in mine eye…
fanning the flames in mine hand…
for in the stream of right words, mine is the pen of a ready writer.