The wriggly jello shifts
with the wind going
left
right
up
d
o
w
n
dancing and waiting
to be eaten.
The pair of shoes were always together,
The pair of shoes were always together, They stuck together like dough, It didn’t matter whet kind of weather, Sun, rain, or even snow. They went into a taxi today, And one was left in it, So the boy couldn’t play, And the other was in a Salvation Army pit. And since he didn’t have the other show, He gave it also to the Salvation Army, And they ended up together, with the other few, They were again two.
Sunshine drifts behind clouds,
Sunshine drifts behind clouds, Out of clouds comes rain, And slowly rain turns to snow Then back to rain and clouds And finally to sunshine again. These are the cycles of the weather, The seasons.
PS: the magic page that will always jump you to the latest poem is "http://www.saintannsny.org/depart/computer/poems.html"