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
Copyright © Lea O'Brien | Year Posted 2010
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