A Wordsmiths Parade Poem by Phil Soar

I took a pen to paper,
When I woke up in the night
I had this idea, a story perhaps,
And just had to lie there, and write
I often have images
Deep in my dreams
I keep a small notepad
A little torn at the seams
It's been my companion
By the side of the bed
In case I lose sight
Of the words in my head

Sometimes, when I'm walking
The thoughts can come too
While I'm walking the countryside
Admiring the view
And that's when it hits me
There are words everywhere
Pleading with me
To write them down, there
So that's where technology
Comes to my aid
My phone is my notepad
For this wordsmiths parade