I have a feather on a stick
It is good for the odd,
creative trick
I have a rock,
that is lavender blue
It aids in this and that,
a thing or two
I have a bird
that visits now and then
She tells me secrets,
then, flies off on the wind
I have a man who stays around
He kisses my shoulder
when I feel down
I have a pot,
it’s big and black
I got it cheap,
it has a crack.
A very witty and entertaining ode Sheila, Well done!
Best
Keith
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Well thank you very much….I still have no idea what I am doing, but, I am learning…..nice to hear from you! 😉
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Thank you, raburke, for posting this poem by sheilarosskuhn who shows us little things, even cracked ones, have value…
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She posted it herself! Thank you for the kind words.
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How Nice of you to say this…..yeah, my things are pretty “cracked” but so am I…it’s all good, thank you for reading and for commenting.
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You’re an insipiration, Gran!
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Awe lil Ralphie, fiddle sticks….(kicks dirt and grins) Thanks, I am having some fun around this place.
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Ain’t we a happy lil family?
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