Many a time I’ve written
My poetry with a pen
But then I at times
Modernize my rhymes,
And decide to type them in!
Solid Ground
One German, Two Germans,
Three Germans, Four
See them go,
Out the door.
Invited to Russia,
By the Queen.
It is the strangest thing
I’ve ever seen!
Down the road,
Here they come.
Toiling along,
Beneath the sun.
Wagons and carts,
A loud toned roar,
Why such a trip,
In times of yore?
My Own Pet Flim
I got up one day
I got up, I say.
I stood on my head,
Looked under the bed.
I saw a dust bunny,
And a piece of money,
I saw a crooked pin,
And –oh! – a yellow fin!
I got to my feet,
Looking very sweet.
“Come on, little one,
Come out, let’s have fun!”
He wriggled.
He sniggered.
He sniffled.
He giggled.
A Word
I am just a little thing,
Floating by on gentle wing.
Vibration of the crystal air,
Catch me, trap me, if you dare!
I waft on from wave to wave,
Spurred by the impulse motion gave.
Invisible to human eye,
Grander, loftier, than the sky.
Unseen, untouched, I stay elusive,
Still to some I am intrusive…
Geneva D 