Quill

by scatterednotebooks
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Scritch, scratch by faint candle light,
deep and long into the night –
a man sits down and begins to write –

a new country is born.

Scratch, splotch, by dim light’s glow,
the words, ideas, and the fanfare grows.
On a page are scrawled a nations notes

and an anthem’s scored.

Scritch, drip, by sun’s bright shine,
we feel the love from a dreamer’s rhyme,
recorded carefully line by line,

penned on a summer morn.

Scratch and scratch, by the warm hearth fire
a man is hunched, over words inspired,
which live and breathe thru the test of time

and Juliet we mourn.

Scritch, and scratch, while cannons rage,
in a modest room, words across a page,
a thoughtful man frees a race of slaves

and ends a violent war.

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© L. Rose

Daily Prompt: Quill

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