Sunday, January 18, 2009

Broom Poem by Barb Sawatsky

I wandered lonely a a loon
Determination in my eye
When all at once I saw Scotch broom
Along the lake, beneath the sky
Flowering and dancing in the gloom
And to myself I muttered, "DIE!"

Determination filled our souls
As Moralea with frenzied company
Fairly flew down yonder slipper hill
To tackle and to kill
The yellow scourge with glee

-William Broomsworth

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