He could’ve made us giants 

Praying for Irma He could’ve made us giants, With all the strength and pluck To uproot trees with pinkies And mountains by the hunk Yes, He could have made us giants Formidable and wild To take those chunky mountains Like candy from a child He could have given us strength  For seismic-level tantrums So whenContinue reading “He could’ve made us giants “

Rub-a-dub-dub, We’re aloft on the Lake!

Why knaves must we be, If our number is three? What a conundrum for us trinity— Be we punished for our industry?   Because we feed you and light the night sky Must we then be sentenced to die? Threaten to catch us, and wonder we fly? Even a bathtub was worth a try.  Continue reading “Rub-a-dub-dub, We’re aloft on the Lake!”