Wednesday, April 9, 2008


Ideas may drift in alone
Or in large flocks or herds,
But they are lifeless things until
We put them into words.

With luck, we’ll find those proper words –
Perhaps a few to spare.
When completed, some thoughts become
Things we can’t wait to share

We may write new ideas down
In stories short or long,
Or can recite them orally
In poem, speech, or song.

Some new thoughts may seem so weak they’re
Not worth being re-told,
But when joined with others, may prove
Precious as purest gold.

New ideas are fragile things –
Feed them and watch them grow.
When complete, each becomes a part
Of all the things we know.