Buxton Shippy

Rookie - 182 Points (7-27-55 / Montego Bay, Jamaica)

An Architect - Poem by Buxton Shippy

I never met him
But I know his work
Imagine how valiantly
He moved through the winds
Caressing the elements.

Lines never wiggled
Or his lettering flawed
He sat there and drew perfection
No doubt
He is what children aspire to be.

When break-time came
He puffed on a stick
Reflecting on details
Filled with spirits
Tell by his blazing stare.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 7, 2012



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