The Daredevil
I thought to cross the busy lane
but cobblestones cause foot pain
As I chance upon a rushing stream
her current whispers, 'Don't dare dream'
When fragrance beckons from the rose
angry bees buzz 'round my nose...
While softly falls the swirling snow
Might I fall? Who would know? ---
And now to secure my tank's door
Three cheers ~ I'm off to war
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2020
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