Lea O'Brien Poet Rhyme

Thyme and Sage

How I crave the warmth and cool
Hop in a puddle, then a pool
Sit on a throne, then a stool
How I wish I can go to school
Half of me broke off, and has gone away
My life stays an unmolded piece of clay
I want to hop around and play
with others my own age
I smell the air of thyme and sage
Wish me luck,
Maybe I will someday

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June Ellen Smith March 6, 2010 at 11:15 PM Cute poem. I love to cook with thyme and sage. Ellen

Margaret Foster February 19, 2010 at 12:52 AM A bit of a nonsense rhyme I do them myself sometimes are you young of age? or a wise old sage? Witty I think, well done...thank you for your kind comments today....Margaret

Sara Kendrick February 16, 2010 at 4:32 AM Sounds like a fun thing to play with people one's own age. Keep the creative pen flowing. Thanks for stopping by and reading my work. Sara

Matthew Miles January 22, 2010 at 11:34 AM "Throne" sorry about the grammar police but it was alittle confusing. Other than that a lovely little poem. The rhythm & rhyme are beautiful. I don't really get it but it reads phenomenally may I ask what it's about? <3