
ORIGINAL ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
At first I took a pencil in my hand,
And etched words onto a lined tablet,
Penmanship was still alive,
And cursive script soon covered linen pages,
As time passed,
My fingers learned to fly,
Across a manual typewriter,
I felt exhilarated by the speed,
I then began a long relationship with
Electricity and white out,
I met a word processor,
We became an item,
No more white out, simply back spacing,
An oversized hard drive and screen was next,
Until I met my laptop,
I’ve come full circle,
My words now tediously typed with stylus on tablet.
The tools change,
But the words have just become more embellished,
Thanks to a built in Thesaurus.



















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