One day the pen sat at the desk <br />inside a house, the town of esk. <br />All pens, by nature, are inclined <br />to lie in wait until the mind <br />wakes from its slumber ready for <br />routine activity and more. <br />And when it happens it is quick <br />the pen, shaped like a fancy stick <br />must spring to action in a blink <br />while just above the mind must think. <br />Thus, like the talons of a hen <br />the mind must have its trusty pen.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mighty-pen/
