Dear Readers:

                This time I’d like to present something very special for your enjoyment. As many of you know, I teach high school English at Websterville Christian Academy. (It is a school I highly recommend you consider for your children’s and grandchildren’s education.)  Last week my sophomore class was assigned the task of authoring a poem on a subject of their choosing. Miss Sera Fecher, a student in that class, handed in a truly brilliant and thoughtful creation which states, better than I ever could, just how writers, and especially poets, feel about the power of words. Sera writes with a level of maturity far beyond her years and I have often felt that she could just be our next Emily Dickinson, or Edna St. Vincent Millay.  I’m privileged to share Sera’s beautiful poem with you now. 

Ink – 

Seraphina E. Fecher

She voyaged oceans, deserts, skies 
And never took a trip 
She touched a hundred thousand lives 
And never moved her lips

She sang a song, her mouth closed tight
The audience still heard 
She drew a picture, black and white 
And colored it with words 

She gave life to a hundred dreams 
And never saw their deaths 
Her mind - it raced - and still it seemed 
To never lose its breath 

She built a city in no time 
She only had to think 
For all she needed was her mind 
And a little bit of ink