Wednesday, January 30, 2008

A third generation poet?






Airplen, Airplen what do you see?
I see a big whith clowed just for me.
Clowed, clowed what do you see?
I see a bird just for me.
Bird, Bird what do you see?
I see a cat looking at me.

A.A. Britton, 2008

Of course, I will be saving the handwritten version. I have it posted at work with all the artwork I have been given over the years. She's still striving to be a New Yorker ... she might just make it!!!

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