Dean Meredith


Sticks & Stones - Poem by Dean Meredith

He gazed pharmaceutically out of the window
At a few thin sticks laying on the grass
And he imagined her nagging him
About moving them as soon as they fell
Rather than later

So he foolishly says
It’s only a few dead sticks
But that wasn’t what it was about
And he was a Neanderthal & a Philistine
What would a cave dwelling hermit know of the world?


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  • Silver Star - 3,913 Points Dave Walker (7/1/2013 6:13:00 AM)

    Great poem, like it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 1, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, July 1, 2013


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