Thursday, November 19, 2015

a little book of prose-poetry ... 56


There we are
My rotund little friend;
It’s been so much fun
And, I’d say,
A job well done.
Look around, if you will
To yonder hill
To see other children
At play.
I see in your eyes
And can tell you’ve guessed,
Just like you, they’re pretend:
We all, you’ll agree,
Need a friend.
Thank you, God
For letting us see
That nature,
In its own special way;
She too has children at play.
— Garry D. Kilbourn

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