[stylist] Changes poem

[Barbara Hammel]

Okay, I wrote Childhood’s End half my lifetime ago and I’ll admit it could use the work but here’s a today poem that I succeeded in writing with Bridget’s theme in mind.
The format will change, I know, but it technically has no breaks—meaning the poem is just one stanza.  It’s really corny ... but here goes:


    CHANGES



It was time to change

  the boy

So I turned him to

  a clock,

It was time to change

  the time

So I turned him to

  a sock,

It was time to change

  clothes

So I turned him to

  a tree

It was time to change

  the season

So I turned him to

  the sea,

It was time to change

  the tide

So I turned him to

  a bear,

It was time to change

  the mood

So I turned him to

  a chair,

It was time to change

  furniture

So I turned him to

  a breeze,

It was time to change

  the weather

So I turned him to

  a cheese,

It was time to change

  the menu

So I turned him to

  a roi,

It was time to change

  rulers

So I turned him to

  a boy.





Barbara

A man who wants to lead the orchestra must turn his back on the crowd. -- Max Lucado