The Moment I Sit To Write
The Moment I Sit To Write The moment I sit to write I think of joy or fright, whether in prospects of wrong or right. I think of scenes and character's beauty, write clear to you and this is my duty. My room is so nice, The sun above arises; The climate is warm, many lines to form. The table is still; The chair is in the chill, I got to sit by my window staring at the red-green mill, Eating the tasty sandwich grill, With the pen in my hand, My writeups are so grand. I traveled through fairyland, Then over to wizard land. The things up to latest trends, Telling about the qualities of a good true friend, A blacksmith who works so hard to mend, A boy who is good likes to pretend. Those facts I know of the coding world, Those boulders by the voice they trundled. The power of silence he used to succeed in his goal, If I would be holding power, what would be my role? By not only these my thoughts are bounded, In my world, ever...