“The End of What Begun by Maisie Aletha Smikle
All that begun
Have spun
Time has come
Thread is always broken at the end
Teeth clatter
Fowls flutter
All that matter
Went clitter clatter
Mountains shuddered and fled
To roaring river beds
Valleys climbed up instead
Rocks flew topsy turvy hitting everybody's head
Trees took refuge in caves
Sparrows flew by and waved
Bringing news of a tidal wave
Into caves splashed the waves
Caves caved in
And there was no inn
The inns caved in
And waves dived in
Grasping tree trunks
Carried by the waves
Floating on the ebb of the tide
Animals and all glide and took a ride
A ride to hide from an end
Which has come
For what had begun
Has spun reaching it's broken end”
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