THIS IS ME
There once was a gal of Finnish descent
who thought it awfully pleasant to spend
days, weeks, months and years a-dreaming
pen in hand scheming
of places her mind liked to be sent.
Self, culture, heritage and the genes of her sire
enabled her the gift of the gab to acquire
with tongue speeding mile upon mile
hers was not – of the usual style
quill and manuscript were her desire.
She practised her art through years of her life
honed and refined like the blade of a knife
first crafted by hand
then machined it was grand
she soared trending waves like a tale telling kite.
Sought for her skills by workers and peers
reportages, mails, po-ems and tales did appear
they flowed from her head and her heart
at work and at hearth
till to work she said see-yah.
This gal – the one with the gift of the gab –
still gracefully crafts her art on the tab
now typing and blogging
tales she is telling
to young, old and in-betweeners this Cancerian Crab
With glee she still learns and she trends
as her e-art she outwardly sends
with the push of a but-ton
onward and up-on
surfing the net as she e-pens
© Raili Tanska