An Inanimate Object Poem by Randy McClave

An Apple it fell not far from a tree
And there it was lying in front of me,
An inanimate object which I then did embrace
So, I ate it as it was meant to be my place.

A dandelion was also there lying in my path
I picked and I held it against Mother Nature's wrath,
An inanimate object which was God's grace
Then I blew away its petals, and I gave it chase.

A rock was lying upon the ground
So, I picked it up as though lost property I had found,
An inanimate object again saw my disgrace
I then threw it in a pond after seeing my face.

A gun it was resting there in the field
I picked it up and then I killed,
An inanimate object then became my base
It is as though my soul had controlled and willed my race.

Randy L. McClave