Friday, August 14, 2009

Poetry Friday: A Star




A Star

I have a little sister, they call her Peep, Peep;
She wades the waters deep, deep, deep;
She climbs the mountains high, high, high;
Poor little creature, she has but one eye.


My dad has one eye, and we don't think of him as "poor little creature." Hm. Too dated for our totz?

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2 comments:

writer2b said...

That's one strong and able star, climbing and plunging and seeing -- not at all a poor little creature! Thanks for sharing this poem.

Janet

Lorie Ann Grover said...

Thanks, Janet!