Poetry
Believe in fate?
I do of late
Helps concentrate
Printed word
By the sword
And, it’s heard
Beautiful watch
Time on the go
Crystals and golds
On a quest
Save the best
Spend the rest
Watering can
Fresh old land
Enough of sand
No tattoes
Feel the blues
Even in Paris: Rules
Vinegar and oil
So it spoils
Wine for Royals
Sometimes you’re poor
Sometimes you’re riche
Just find your niche
Flag will fly
Maybe on high
Low be my cry
Carrots in a row
Radishes to sow
Now we let grow
Grow green grass
Look at last
To the past
By Elizabeth Anne Lowery in 2016