They are our greatest and best toy!
We jump in the deep end and back stroke
through
the dictionary like we own it—and we
should!
We love words so much, every single one
should
be ours.
My heart thrums with such joy when I
page through
my Heritage (dictionary) and spy a word
I’ve never noticed,
But the letters tell me that it is a
word of distinction and
station
I relish reading the meanings, 1 through
5 and chuckle
at the odd pronunciation—-O my, what
possibilities this small
microcosm of the English Language!
It
carries a whole narrative of a miraculous journey
through mystery and intrigue
If I decide to swim deeper, I go to the
Oxford English Dictionary
where a whole page can be dedicated to a single word and its ancestry, explaining all
of its origins-enough drug to keep a
word geek high
for an entire afternoon!
But I digress…
Googling will never give this generation
the satisfaction of
Savoring a word, masticating it
carefully and swallowing its
Essence
Only hard copy can give such satiety and
ultimate pleasure
But I am a word geek and a silly
poet-what do I know?
raintreepoet, reporting.
