Friday, July 4, 2008

Poetry Friday

I'm caught up in the summer season spirit, so here's a small poem of joy and gymnastics:


Cartwheel

Self-propelled
Across the lawn --
Her arms begin,
Her legs go on.

1 comment:

Lori Van Hoesen said...

I love this. Makes me think of Mary, who lately is a perpetual cartwheel. :o)