Language Arts

A word and a breath but it’s the thought that counts. Up or down in or out love and trust is what it’s all about. To you I say can you hear me perked up on the mounts. You are in or you are out. A touch and a whisper but it is the kiss of truth. Knelt or bent I am down on my knees. And I beg you please. To me I say can I hear me or am I aloof? Language arts is a dance in the breeze, With a summer squeeze, A winter’s pinch, The spring’s stench, Even the autumn’s leaves! Bathing in the words and dancing like a twit. Singing in rhythm and painstakingly making a switch. Language arts is a breeze on the summer Seas. Lifting you up or pulling you down and spinning you all around, It will knock you to your knees, Lifeless and unbound! ® Registered: Ann Rich 2005