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Moths…A Fun Poem.
Hello everyone! Well, having these pantry moths is not exactly fun, it’s actually expensive and a lot of work! However, it did bring out some comical aspects too, and I often laugh at things even when it’s not really fun. Okay, I’m odd that way. But this poem came from this present infestation of these moths. I hope you enjoy!
MOTHS
They’re on the ceiling, on the wall,
They’re on my chair, and that’s not all.
In the cupboard and on the floor,
And hanging all around the door.
On my pillow and in my bed,
When I sleep they crawl on my head.
They like to hide around the drapes,
And even crawl among the grapes.
In the oatmeal, in the flour,
Finding dozens every hour.
In my pots and in my coffee,
And that does not go well with me!
They’re in my food and in my cup,
But NO, I’m just not giving up!
© 2019 Steve McLeod.
Swirling River…A Poem.
Hello everyone! Yesterday while sitting down by the river the water was very calm, no wind. So I could watch the swirling patterns of the current in the river. Quite beautiful…also deadly. Those beautiful swirls can pull a person down very quickly. Our swirling minds can do the same. I wrote this poem while watching the swirling current in the river.
SWIRLING RIVER
Sitting beside the river shore,
Listening to the mighty roar,
Of water flowing through the gate,
With swirling current and it’s fate.
The river swirls so strong and free,
It’s patterns flow so crazily.
Swirling patterns with such beauty,
Will pull you down very quickly.
The current makes the whirlpools form,
Swirling, twirling, just like a storm.
The current changes like our mood,
But seldom is it for our good.
Sometimes it looks like all is rest,
But still it swirls, so do not test.
© 2019 Steve McLeod.
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