by Liz Curtis
(floating dust particles)
It’s back again
For grain by grain
Because it must
Down falls the dust.
It gathers round
Without a sound
Coating articles
With its tiny particles.
Oh, blow it not.
For then it’s shot
Up in the air
To gather there.
Then gently floats
And softly coats
All that it touches.
So have a butchers
At all that dust.
For it was just
In front of me
For all to see.
And if there are any other dustmen or women out there, you know what to do.
Lovely stuff, Liz.
Posted by: AndyC | October 12, 2006 at 10:28 AM
oh
how cute
<3it really touched me<3
lol
JK
JP
<3<3<3<3<3<3<3
Posted by: Lauren | February 25, 2007 at 04:20 AM