We played in our writing group the other day. We decorated paper bags and filled them with candy. It put me in a silly mood. Here's what I wrote.
My paper bag has a tree With a blue and green trunk No leaves And a blue bird sitting prettily Avoiding a cat. My paper bag tree has pink fruit I thought they were apples And placed a basket near the trunk. But they really are letters Waiting to be plucked to form words And then phrases, sentences, ideas Stories, poems, novels, tomes. My paper bag tree has a heart at the base of its trunk Because that’s the way I sign things, with a heart. There’s a watering can near my tree So it can be nurtured So more words can be grown So more thoughts can be known So a Halloween author can write of a bone So the letters can be harvested If they fall to the ground like over-ripe apples They aren’t done They still can have fun Being baked into words And lined up in a row There are stories to tell.
Deb
11/10/2018 11:06:33 am
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