Yea Bruce, you are sittin’in yer shed on a dark nite reading a book, telling of the ould wans who were called, “Beings of Light”. I am flattered, me, sittin’ ther beside ye while yer musing over the number of words you had written so farin your novel. Ye hae accomplished much.
Stringing thousands of words together to make a story
Of ‘truths be nae mean accomplishment. Jackson, yer lad, will wan dae be readin’as a famous author
I understand that this be a story frim yer mind lad but
That does not make it untrue. I lay no claim to be a writer but I do for the most part I do lay claim to
Most always havin’a bit of truth to me wribit’.
What else coul explain what ye see in yer dreamin’ but
I think one stores all these things up in his mind to
Take out and write of in tha future.- yes, no?
I believe that al thais writ comes frim a dream that later becomes fact or truth eh? For meself, it follows that
Ther be “Beings of Light” that throw their beams
Upon us through out our lifetime, no not you or me,
Reallylbut in its time. So now, give credit to tha ouldsters
Who are sittin’ around somewhere jist waitin’ ta
Shine on one of thim waitin’ in tha wings. Ain’t that somethi’ naow? Wan niver knows,eh? that be it,
Frim wan ouldster ta a lad—God Bless!
Copyright © 2010 by Charles E. Frost
November 22, 2010