Walking Thoughts

I can but write on paper white
The words I want to say
When you are near, thoughts disappear
And leave me dumb as clay.

I pass the time by writing rhyme
Because to me it seems
The sun shines best when I can rest
And cultivate my dreams.

I can but write, for I am quite
Dismayed when asked to talk
The best, I think is pen and ink
When thoughts stand up and talk.

for Vicky Henson
KHS Life Office Kitsilano HS
1969,11,12