Through a Writer’s Eyes
Andrew
Hall
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I
spend my time writing
These words of rhyme.
I let the words come from my soul,
And let my hand and pencil take control.
I let these words flow
Like drops of snowflakes
Forming into snow.
And how much will fall is a question
No one will ever know.
Because when I start,
There may be a few.
But when I look back at the end,
I realize these words grew
Into something beautiful with meaning
And something that is true.
So when I write these words of rhyme,
I allow my words to flow
And when it’s done,
I have a work of art to show.
And with each day that passes,
My poetry will continue to grow and grow.
Andrew Hall
Copyright @ 2004
Used with permission
Andrew Hall lets us enter his creative mind in this poem written as an 18 year old. I find it to be the same process as when I put down my thoughts on these pages. I have an idea that I wish to convey and as I write, it expands, filling in the gaps and rounding out the rough edges.
However, I often take the time to speak to God and Anne about that which I have written and in the silence that follows I am prompted to un-say and re-say parts before offering it to you to read. Sometimes additional words come to mind which are then added. And yes, there are times when I realize that the entire matter needs to be kept to myself and it is put aside or just deleted.
Grandpa Don Plefka
01/02/2006
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