Project Poetry. (week 2)

Read the previous poem here. 


I drift out around the edges.

In a little paper boat.

Made of newspaper, barely afloat.

The water washes over.

The boat dips and I see a clover.

Three leaves, not four.

Just on the edge of the shore.

Oh little paper boat why are you wavering.

As I sink my mind is havering.

Had I floated closer. closer to the edge.

I could have grabbed that clover from the hedge.

Used it as an ore.

An umbrella or even more.

Alas my paper boat has sunk.

But I can swim. Who’d have thunk.




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  • Fabulous Mommy

    This is delightfully whimsical! Love it!

    September 23, 2014 - 3:03 pm Reply
    • greenlydia

      Thank you 😉 trying to keep up with you guys is a tough task.

      September 24, 2014 - 5:59 pm Reply

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