|The Poet Tree in bloom after Poetry Month|
Why is it so rare to see
A poem as lovely as a tree?
Poet-trees grow forests bright
See them dancing in the night.
Yes, only God can make a tree,
But sometimes fools will do for me.
A poet-tree that bends and sways
Can stick with you for days and days.
The fool that made it looks away,
He'd rather have you think a while
Than ruin his terrific style
Explaining it in prose and cons
The sand, the salt, the nights and dawns.
"And why sea is boiling hot
And whether pigs have wings."
~by Meagan Margerum-Leys / May 29, 2004
From a collection of Meagan's Writings on the Meagan's Corner website
of the Meagan Margerum-Leys Library this year,
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