The Power of the Pen
Dear Readers:
This week I’d like to present something very special for your enjoyment. As many of you know, I teach high school English at Websterville Christian Academy. (It is a school I highly recommend you consider for your children’s and grandchildren’s education.) Last week my sophomore class was assigned the task of authoring a poem on a subject of their choosing. Miss Sera Fecher, a student in that class, handed in a truly brilliant and thoughtful creation which states, better than I ever could, just how writers, and especially poets, feel about the power of words. Sera writes with a level of maturity far beyond her years and I have often felt that she could just be our next Emily Dickinson, or Edna St. Vincent Millay. I’m privileged to share Sera’s beautiful poem with you now.
Ink –
Seraphina E. Fecher
She voyaged oceans, deserts, skies
And never took a trip
She touched a hundred thousand lives
And never moved her lips
She sang a song, her mouth closed tight
The audience still heard
She drew a picture, black and white
And colored it with words
She gave life to a hundred dreams
And never saw their deaths
Her mind – it raced – and still it seemed
To never lose its breath
She built a city in no time
She only had to think
For all she needed was her mind
And a little bit of ink