Would we be as prolific then
As Will with only a quill pen?
Imagine writing all those plays
Without the help of modern ways.
It must have taken a long time
To write each brilliant word and rhyme.
Is there a poet of this day
Who writes in that old-fashioned way?
I fear my fingers would have cramped
And my enthusiasm damped
if my keyboard were whisked away
And I found myself in Shakespeare's day.
I think I'd never be a poet
If with ink and quill, I had to show it.
Joyce Johnson lives in the beautiful Skagit Valley of Washington State. She owns a small farm and rents her land to a bulb grower. She is surrounded by beauty in the spring from the tulips and daffodils that inspire much of her poetry. Joyce will celebrate her 95th birthday in July of 2013.