12-02-2012, 01:43 PM
That's a gorgeous poem Leanne. Here's one way less important that I still love:
Introduction of the Shopping Cart
by: Gerald Costanzo
There was a man
who collected facts.
After work he rode twenty stories,
let himself in
to cartons filled with index cards
and his crucial lists.
Facts reveal useful lives.
He got things right.
The shopping cart invented
by Sylvan Goldman,
Oklahoma City, 1937.
When the man passed on
his relatives came.
P.T. Barnum had four daughters.
They searched through his cartons
for ten dollar bills.
The sky, which on cloudless
days appears to be azure,
has no true color.
He wasn’t eccentric.
When they found nothing,
they threw everything
out.
His final fact:
you live and you die.
The shopping cart. P.T. Barnum.
The sky
Introduction of the Shopping Cart
by: Gerald Costanzo
There was a man
who collected facts.
After work he rode twenty stories,
let himself in
to cartons filled with index cards
and his crucial lists.
Facts reveal useful lives.
He got things right.
The shopping cart invented
by Sylvan Goldman,
Oklahoma City, 1937.
When the man passed on
his relatives came.
P.T. Barnum had four daughters.
They searched through his cartons
for ten dollar bills.
The sky, which on cloudless
days appears to be azure,
has no true color.
He wasn’t eccentric.
When they found nothing,
they threw everything
out.
His final fact:
you live and you die.
The shopping cart. P.T. Barnum.
The sky
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson