#Napowrimo #Yesterdaysprint
a poem by me from an article from Spring Lake Gazette, New Jersey, November 23, 1939, appearing on the Yesterdays print website
When i was little
they called them wiggly worms
slowly swimming
Now as i grew tall
they weren’t worms at all
but still grabbed an eye
For at the line – end
sat a big fish and his friends
looking round the bend
And though pasta – not worms
seemed a nice enough dinner
they waited by end
(so they didn’t get thinner)
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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