Playing some more in the journal with found poetry...
They all started out together.
They were just too good for words
when they started out.
They suddenly changed;
no more nice, quiet, sedate.
They ran, they laughed,
they screamed, they hollered.
It was something awful,
and wonderful.
Love seeing your latest. Good stuff. You're on a roll, Nelda. xo PJ
Posted by: PJ Hornberger | February 15, 2012 at 06:41 PM