HE SAT AND WROTE A POEM
HE SAT AND WROTE A POEM He sat and wrote a poem, this boy of ten years old – a poem of flying owls deep in the coastal woods. No sonnet, rhyme or meter, no form did he apply; he wrote for love of writing, free verse the owl’s dark sky. But like the owl, the poem hid from daylight’s searching eyes... Sign in to see full entry.