Image from Shawna at Perfectly Imperfect.
SOMETIMES POETRY — SOMETIMES PROSE — ALWAYS WORTHWHILE
Yesterday’s statement — “all letters either of helpful criticism or appreciation will be welcomed” leads to today’s reprint.
“What is a letter?
A silent language uttered to the eye
Which envious distance would defy
A tie to bind, where circumstances part
A nerve of feeling stretched from heart to heart
Formed to convey like an electric chain
The mystic flash, the lightening of the brain,
And bear at once along each precious link
Affection’s Life Pulse in a drop of ink.”
Author Unknown — Found in an old scrap book.
Ironwood Daily Globe (Ironwood, Michigan) Mar 7, 1933