They danced away the night and swayed,
to the beat,
in the heat...........moving feet.
Shel Silverstein delights us all
with unexpected clever rhyme
that builds the small up tall,
gives us such a comic time.
The birds did not sing this morning
as a purple sun rose in the sky
no wing beat silently on perfumed air
as dark clouds gently drifted by
'I am not getting enough out of life' I said.
'What does God get out of life? ' He asked.
'Well everything I guess.'
'No God doesn't get anything out of life' he said.
Flowers fold petals
Eye lids grow
Oh discord where do you reside?
Why choose this heart to hide
and ring your cracked bell
with crooked clapper
I've heard it mentioned many times
'a broken heart'.
Ah I thought, a sentimental time
a time of wishing that someone dear
I wrote a poem,
and posted it too.
That poem I wrote
is intended for you.
Does a clock know what time it is? He asked.