April Counting Song Poem by Patti Masterman

April Counting Song



One, one:
The sky's undone,
The rain's come out to play.

Two, two:
A boat's my shoe,
My cars keys down the drain.

Three, three:
Car hit a tree,
A river now, the lane.

Four, four:
I need an oar,
These raging currents tame.

Five, five:
Barely alive-
What's my fate; can't say.

Six, six:
I'm in a fix;
It started, rainbow-stained.

Seven, seven:
The rain is driven,
A curtain blocks the way.

Eight, eight:
The rain abate,
I'll rest here while I may.

Nine, nine:
Some footing find,
Rain gone; the clouds are grey.

Ten, ten:
Now quiets the wind-
I won the lottery today!

Friday, July 10, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: april
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kelly Kurt 29 August 2015

April is perhaps the most inspiring month. It produced this lovely poem!

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Patti Masterman 30 August 2015

Thank you. (I admit I was inspired by your creative bio and writing.) Cheers, P

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Smoky Hoss 11 July 2015

You said it! ... and how! ! !

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