Wednesday, July 06, 2005

Pacing back and forth

The tree frogs sing in off-beat chorus
As the fire-flies twinkle dance
And sleeping songbirds snuggle closer
In nature's mid-summer romance

Somewhere in there include baby ducks dreaming but thats more cute than romantic and they were hard to hear over the treefrogs.

And I also have this problem of gathering my S's into piles even in stupid little stuff that I write at random. I bet you never noticed it before but now I will be ruined because you will see it in everything I write. Oh well. -Jn

1 comment:

Ramblin' Ed said...

I guess I'd have to say the first 4 lines are the best. Number 2 would be my favorite. Or number 1. But probably number 2.

Actually, to not be much of nothing at all (as a woman I once admired used to say, "ain't as big as who done it" *) it is suprisingly nimble wordsmithing. Especially after a couple of readings. Nice work.

* Her other choice of phrases in this case would have been "ain't no bigger than a popcorn fart". She was nothing, if not classy.