Friday, April 11, 2008

Anvil's free verse for grampa ray


From large blistering deserts
to large plains of artic tundra
even tropical seas roamed he
an adventure always to be had
to the very end.

3 comments:

Robert J Boeckmann said...

good one young son
a poet
and I didn't even
know it.
I'm glad you found no time
to bust a rhyme

Sherry Rae said...

Oh sheesh...Robert, you absolutely got Dad's 'corn' factor :D

Anvil, that really was beautiful. Thank you for sharing :)

Reachel Quinn said...

Anvil, this is very cool. it reminded me that you wrote a poem for Rohan when he was first born.
"we like your nose, we like your toes... " I saved it. thanks for blogging.