I said to a friend yesterday, "We are meaning-making machines. If something doesn’t appear to have meaning, then we'll MAKE meaning damn it!" And I said it in relation to my blog posting about the color green. Then, last night, Annie read me this poem. She doesn’t read my blog, she doesn't know how much the color green has been on my mind, so of course, I find it cosmic, psychic, connected, whatever... meaningful. Little Green Snake
By Annie Kosh
Little green snake,
Oh how you slither and slide across the ground,
Without making a single sound.
No hands, no feet,
Just one smooth, slim, scaly body,
Sneaking around feeling lonesome and blue. (Green)
Little green snake, I love you!
4 comments:
how ironic (c: and what a cute poem. she's good!
Thanks Shaniqua, I'll tell Miss Annie you said so. (btw: your first attempt at the comment came through just fine, I know you mentioned some difficulty posting before. Thanks again.)
Katie
I love this, and OH how I needed to read it today. Thanks!
you guys in N.Y., your all soo damn CREATIVE!!! She truly is so artistic & VERY BRIGHT (all her comments). Good Mom Katie!
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