The truth is a well that is so very deep.
It hides in the dark where secrets sleep.
But a writer will get a bucket with a rope,
And bring up a story that shines with hope.
It won’t jump right out or come asking for tea,
You’ll keep looking and asking, “What could this be?”
You’ll listen for whispers. You’ll look for a clue,
Till the truth in its glory comes bursting through.
You look and you listen. You watch and you wait.
You peer into the cracks and open the gate.
Then out comes the truth with a smile and cheer,
And finally the story you’ve sought will appear.
Put your fingers on the keys. Now open your eyes.
Be patient and persistent, always seeking the prize.
Rich gold is waiting in many hearts and minds
For the intelligent writer who looks, seeks, and finds.
