Friday, April 22, 2011

National Poetry Month Day 22

Snow flakes. by Emily Dickinson
Snow flakes.

I counted till they danced so
Their slippers leaped the town,
And then I took a pencil
To note the rebels down.
And then they grew so jolly
I did resign the prig,
And ten of my once stately toes
Are marshalled for a jig!

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1 comment:

  1. My toes have never been stately. Would that they were, but they jig all time. I liked the rhythm of this one.


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