If once upon a lake of god br I stood and, I, a story told br Not one single soul did find br Peace given to a troubled mind br For when I speak, instead of write br It ignites no wisdom, no passion, no light br For what my pen can write today br Are words my lips could never say br For eloquent in speech, I'm not br It is words in ink, I have sought br I do not wish for words to speak br I am blessed with the paper I seek br God has granted me a poet's touch br Granted, however, it isn't much br But, with this talent to touch lives br With pen in hand, I'll live and strive br br ((August 28th,2000))br br Danny Speicherbr br