Words and More Words...

"Bats drink on the wing, like swallows, by sipping the surface, as they play over pools and
streams."       ~ Gilbert White
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Project 365-

ABC Wednesday... S is for

sixty or so..  sweating sunbathers.. swarming the salty sea-side sands..
from sunrise till sunset..







Sorry Sam-

S is for sentences.. stories and song..
for setting and seeing ..for shoulders and strong..

It's for sipping and seeing sixty six socks
it's for secrets and sleeping.. for students and stocks

It's for swinging and swearing ..for seven sword fighting
it's for silly sweepers.. searchers and sightings

It's for something so special .. like silk or the sea
It's for spelling spiders and good old sweet tea..

It's for snakes and for songbirds.. I love how they sing
It's for sacred and smooth..for soaring and string

S is for study.. for such and for storm
for sailboats and silent..for sand and for swarm

It's for self and for squeaky ..for squealing and splat
It's for so busy swirling  that I sat on my cat...
Sorry Sam!

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
5-25-2011

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Acrostic Only- Wings

Wings-

Wonderful
Iridescent
Nodules
Gathering
Speed

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
5-25-2011

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We Write Poems-

In the Beginning-

In the Beginning God..
solitude and boredom reined..
darkness.. divide he shouted
the earth fell away from the sky..
Let there be light he shouted
and the sun rose and set..
that's cool he said placing stars
moons and planets here and there
oceans and rivers sprang up where he
drew lines on the sand.. mountains rose
solid and strong.. rocks and stones stood tall
stirring the waters he muttered words 
whale and manatee swam from his fingertips..
toes in the sand he sang out pines and cherry rise..
soon the world was covered with plants..
bearing fruit and nuts.. he laughed ..
singing out new words and wonders..
monkeys and camels and elephants with tusks..
lions and tigers he shouted tossing each into their own space
kneeling beside the water he decided to make something special
something smart and able to care for his new and wonderful world..
rolling and shaping clay he did his very best..
he barely whispered one word.....
.... MAN... 
and unrest was born..

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
5-25-2011

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Patsy