1) New poem posted every Monday. 2) Send your illustrations of the poem to lifemagicmischief@gmail.com. 3) I put up some of your illustrations with the poem!
I never liked the ground,
It’s always been too there.
And I must say, as things abound,
There’s not much more than air.
Water, too, is easy found
By sky, on leaf, in lair.
And I must say, as things astound,
I’ll take the fiery rare.