I would be an epic rock
on an island
with other epic rocks.
We would be on an epic island
and sit epically in the sun.
Our epic island would sit
in the South Pacific Ocean.
The wind would blow
and we would feel the wind
on our epic selves.
When the epic wind would blow,
we would feel the epic sea breeze
and know that we would not
want to be anything
but epic rocks sitting on our epic island
in the South Pacific Ocean
experiencing the epic wind
blow on us.
A.C.
1 comment:
There is an obvious one-word response that this poem cries out for. You know what it is. I shall heroically refrain from rendering that one-word response, and shall instead simply say that i had a lot of fun reading this poem.
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