Thursday, June 19, 2014

A Poem for Early Summer in Western New York

The cottonwood
flies through the air,
and where it lands
I DO know where;
Right up my nose
and so it goes,
that with each breeze
again I sneeze!
 
 
 
Have a great day everyone :-)
 
 


1 comment:

Del said...

Two new talents this summer, Marcy you continue to amaze, piano/organ and now a poet. Love you so much.