Poem for Lin

I found this poem in a box of old letters and writings.  I've been going thru boxes and finding amazing things.

 

Keyboard Fancies

  (a silly sonnet)

Have you met the lady of the South
Whose skill with keyboard rivals all I'm told?
Her gift of story travels word-of-mouth
Just like the gifts of troubadours of old.

Her creatures come to life upon the page
And tell their tales to eager listening folk
Who laugh or cry or fly into a rage
As they are wont, just as her words evoke.

But do not think her fame will end just there,
For she has skills entirely from the norm
That conjure wondrous spirits from the air
And coax them into programs to perform.

Pursuing fancies, watch Lin's fingers fly
Across the keys, as words and bits apply. 

--Ellen Shipley