Words, they drew me unto you
An easel read to me
A letter, brush
A page, a stroke
Mono-syllabically
Delight, to write
A bird, in flight
A feather on the floor
Chapter, aloud
In front of crowd
More come through open door
Sit anywhere
Drawn to share
On easel is a portrait
Words on page
Centre stage
Organise, arrange and sort it
Music, art
Comes from the heart
Healthy life, its own prescription
Word-smith, thrive
Whence we derive
To reach a new conclusion
Impressionism
Realism
Reflect and reap and sow
Children’s eyes
An alibi
Anxious they are to grow
Numerically
Alphabetically
Brush in warm and soapy water
Beginner’s art
The place to start
Says mother to her daughter
Words and pictures
Building bridges
Sister walks with brother
Two-into-one
Doesn’t go
(Need both to show)
Can’t have one without the other
sensualism 