It's April, the poetry season. Turn into a poet, you'll be all ready.
The Seasons of Summer
I didn't really remember
That August came before September.
I seem to see
That now with a bee
That August comes before September.
No plants, just poetry in nowhereland.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
3 comments:
there once was a boy named Sebastian
whose life was just chock-full of action
he acted quite silly
with his brother DeeDee
making noise in a musical fashion
So our family has been blessed with 2 poets. This one rivals "My hat is always on my head," Jamie. Well done both of you.
Love, Mum
i've always had a gift. who can forget my classic haiku:
Mighty Orion
Hunter of the dark night sky
Animals beware
Post a Comment