And lo!
To the stork lest he streak on high
And lo!
Hail the babe, 'To the crib!' Thou cry
And 'Lo!'
Warns the stork, says he 'praise the sky!'
For all I could say,
Live until you die!'
'But lo!'
Whines the babe, re our lonely earth
'There's a woman down there
and to I she birth!'
'Still lo!'
Gripes the stork
'I say fare thee well
While above be a heaven below be a hell!'
'Say lo!'
Pleads the babe,
'I could be a light
To your god forsaken world, I could make it right!'
Yes lo!
I can say what thou said was true
For the babe
Yes the babe
Well the babe
Was you
X X X
So that was kind of a different style of poetry that I'm trying out . . . I guess it works. Let me know what you think! xoxox
