Writing |
Crunch, crunch, crunch.
The time has come for letters.
Two toed,
Three toed,
Four toed,
Letters.
The time has come for words.
Two booted,
Four pawed,
Six bird-clawed,
Words.
The time has come for sentences.
Crisscrossing,
Overlapping,
Hunted,
Sentences.
Winter’s fresh blank page chills the Earth
So all may write and not be
Forgotten when unseen.
Crunch, crunch, crunch.
copyright 2008
Carl
Abt |