Writing Poetry

Many a time I’ve written

My poetry with a pen

But then I at times

Modernize my rhymes,

And decide to type them in!


Solid Ground

One German, Two Germans,
Three Germans, Four
See them go,
Out the door.
Invited to Russia,
By the Queen.
It is the strangest thing
I’ve ever seen!

Down the road,
Here they come.
Toiling along,
Beneath the sun.
Wagons and carts,
A loud toned roar,
Why such a trip,
In times of yore?

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