Sometime back there I was thinkin’ I’m in a rut,
My wheels are a’turnin, not goin’ anyplace.
Then I got to thinkin’, that isn’t true a’tall.
My words are just a’changing but not apace
With my thinkin’. They will have to get in line.
So I go back into my writing’ and look around.
There ain’t nothin’ there revealing or out of line.
A thought suddenly occurs. I’ll write it down.
The rut I think I may be in, is not a rut at all.
It’s just a crook in the road to progress.
I’ll think a little more, perhaps I’ll find the core
of the the mother lode of words and take a rest.
I’m sure all this proves that writing is not easy.
The mind finds it difficult to cope with all
these problems at once, so, takes shortcuts
to attain its goal. Yes, for sure, make the call.
The dictionary and all those words, for free,
the thinking comes a bit harder but it’s fun.
Writin’ is my life, I believe that, you see.
I hope you enjoyed this dissertation,
the liberties I’ve taken, and me.
Copyright © 2012 Charles E Frost
May 27, 2012