A Little Dipper
A Little Dipper
It’s fun to try a dipping pen at last,
The fountain must be meant to tote around
A barrel full of ink to get us past
The dried out nib so often run aground.
Before I hope to write a single line
I dip the pen in ink to get me through
Without a blot or smudge to mar the fine
And brand new sheet, its hope to start anew.
When at my desk I like to choose a pen
To please me there and then as I would wish
And prep it to be ready to begin
An unknown smear of words my mind would dish.
But dip or not, to write the ink must flow,
Allow my thoughts to spread, and let you know.