My Father's Pen

I like this very much Sakkthee, I hope you don't mind, but I again took some liberties with your work. I don't think that it changes the intent of it, just makes it a little smoother. This is the way I would do it: My father's pen helps make a poet. It spreads expression across the page. It is my magic stick. It can expose the cuckoo's chant, And create amusing gardens. My father's pen can take a reader to Hell, Or to dwell in Heaven. This pen can stimulate the romance in a rock, And fetch tears from a wooden heart too. Following my father's blessings, Guides me in all my ways. I am a poet by my father's pen. It is an ocean of words, Showering poems on my parchments. My father's Pen. I hope that I didn't take anything away from this poem, because it is very good. I am just trying to help the flow. You, of course are free to ignore any and all of my suggestions. ~ your friend, Gee.

this poem with Geezer's suggestions to smooth it out. Loved the title! Keep writing. Always, Cat