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Ode to an Underwood Typewriter by Jane Lang Oh, sleek, sophisticated work of art your uses varied and from the start I knew you and I were meant to share a love so great it tinged the air I met you in a room quite small three rows of desks, nine chairs in-all The black, the white, each key a fit so shiny/smooth, cupped my finger tips Those of us that met in the room each day familiar with keys as well as carriage play you and I led the pack, aced tests of skill I, proficient; you my mentor of every drill Though now long gone, replaced, resized your memory lingers, is fantasized Proud regal bearing, by some, misunderstood Praise to our meeting in 1959, Underwood
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