Dot To Dot
It seems strange now that I did not see
as I joined the dots one, two, and three.
Even through numbers four, five and six,
there was nothing I saw, nada, nix.
The pencil in hand soon did combine
a line between seven, eight, and nine;
then ten, eleven, twelve and thirteen
(past my age) and still, nothing was seen.
I skipped quickly from there to nineteen
yelled; I think it's a giant sardine.
Dad said no, son, you need to do more.
Slowly the line went past twenty-four,
so far, way past, now to forty-four.
The pencil went blunt, my fingers sore.
A big round circle to fifty-eight
I thought I saw it and said wait, wait!
No need to wait 'till hundred and ten
I saw what was there, a big fat hen!
I kept going past hundred and nine,
finished, coloured; it was mighty fine.
Dot to Dot Poetry Contest; placed 2nd
Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues
Date written: 17th November 2022
Copyright © Terry Miller | Year Posted 2022
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