Deborah Burch Poet Verse

Rolling

Rolling

Round and round down the hill
Riding in a tire
Revolves like a windmill
Rotates faster faster!
Reeling wildly and shrill...
Rubber meets quagmire. 
Remorse—after the spill. 

4.13.2021©deborah burch


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Ken Rone October 28, 2022 at 3:17 PM Please tell me Deborah, that you didn't do this! Please. Best - Ken

Gordon Mcconnell April 19, 2021 at 8:33 AM Hey Deb, this sounds rather a dangerous game, not for the faint hearted! Enjoyed reading this and you did really well with this pen. But not for me, I like to play safe! Deborah Burch April 19, 2021 at 9:15 AM Indeed Gordon!! Those days are long gone!! Lol! Standing up is prone to dizziness these days! But so much seems fun when you’re young and invincible!! Thank you my friend! Big huggs. Den

Kim Rodrigues April 18, 2021 at 10:53 AM Ooh...a winner I think! Wow! I’m dizzy! A fave! Kim Rodrigues April 18, 2021 at 8:10 PM Never! I’ve only seen it in movies...lol. Deborah Burch April 18, 2021 at 11:28 AM Lol!! Thanks Kim!! Did you ever go ‘rolling’ ? Lol. Big huggs and love my friend!! Deb