My father wrote in copperplate. <br />His beautiful calligraphy <br /> I daren’t attempt to emulate <br />A task that’s well beyond me <br /> <br />Each letter was formed perfectly. <br />His grammar perfect and his prose. <br />Time was not a luxury. <br />Which was a factor I suppose.. <br /> <br />My handwritings illegible. <br />To any one, sometimes to me. <br />I tend to hastily scribble <br /> my thoughts down as they come to me. <br /> <br /> <br />But my P.C has changed my style <br /> I can print out with clarity. <br />My poetry in a short while. <br />A blessing it has proved to be. <br /> <br />I was never taught to write <br />At least not write properly. <br />But I can print to my delight <br /> and that is good enough for me. <br /> <br />The old ways change and we move on. <br />Although not always for the best. <br />Perhaps its sad that time has gone. <br />Now copper plate is by request. <br /> <br />Computers make it easy to <br />present hand written poetry. <br />In any font as we all do. <br />Which certainly impresses me. <br /> <br />15/10/2009 <br />http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/machine-made-elegance/
