"Poems are forever floating through my mind and if I don't catch them pin them to the page they are gone forever and what good is that?"
~ My journal (age 14)

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Saturday Matinee

Play for me oh wind and green
rustling raucously for a few bars
whilst the gold dipped paint brush
dabs and flecks the soft leafy stars

Dance for me old leaning fence
all smiles and chipped teeth
gliding with that Virginia vine
toe to toe and cheek to cheek

Sing for me chorus of barking spaniels
while falling petals pirouette
and nimble bees sway with the clethera
proving mother nature's triple threat

Act for me players costumed in wild glory
for this lavishly staged show
before an audience of newly shorn grass
and the angels who bid the blades to grow


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