WORDS
Words, oh how I love them
Though few I've got to know
And fewer yet I've learned the stem
But still have room to grow
Yet, still I often dream
For pleasure more than duty
Of arranging them into a theme
Where some may deem it beauty
It takes so few to write a verse
And I will tell you straight
If one's not wise, alert, and terse
It will not turn out great.
(like this one) Aloha allWell I liked it, I think it turned out very well, fish hawk!