Hoods and Flight
#2 of Poetry
One of my older poems, I'm quite certain that this was written around the same time as I began to read Lewis Carrol. Not overly pleased with it's lack of structure, but I still like the rhythm that it has.
Hoods and Flight
Venturing through the wood,
I think of the things that could,
In summer wear a hood.
The boy said that he should,
Yet his sister said only if we would.
_ _
The snake wiffled his reply,
As he was preoccupied with a sigh,
That we all had to be extremely high.
And snake alone with his sigh,
_ Took wing and began learning to fly_