Creative Aim

By stars, under the Archer’s form
And of wooden rat, was I born

With mind of bow and bow in mind,
The pencil is my weapon find.

I shoot into the air of night
Creative pieces, my delight

And, from the sun, within the day,
The targets sit within the fray:

“My Approval” and “Reader’s Treat”
A hit of one shows no defeat.

A hit of both is joy inside
As honor stands right by my side.

Practice is what keeps my aim true,
And keener arrows do help too.

I create for creation’s sake;
Those are my words that you can take.

I give them as a truthful sign
Showing you that my word is fine.

I give much thanks to all who read;
It's from you that I may succeed.