Little Orphan Annie by Quinn Vokes The muse has kept me up tonight I'm glad to say, with much delight. Visions of sailboats on a breezy summer's day Fill my mind, and make me want to play. I feel like a schoolgirl, so squeaky is my laugh. Let's go catch some lightning bugs We'll fill millions of jars with them They'll light our path. Come with me my friend, my imagination is Running wild. Quick, we must hurry (The morning light is coming) Before Madame Garner arrives with her coat so furry And the magic of the night is spoiled with running. The sounds of children trying to Make it on time For daily inspection To save one more beating. Meanwhile, I'll stay here in a place Of my own creation Who says you can't buy happiness? I bought this pencil and pad of paper. Whoever invented them were geniuses. 09/25/2003 Author's Note: I was reading Billy Collins a lot at this time... Posted on 09/25/2003 Copyright © 2024 Quinn Vokes Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Ashok Sharda on 09/28/03 at 02:22 PM This verbalization of the 'magic of the night' is beautiful. Thanks to you and to the one who invented 'pencil and pad of paper'.:) Posted by Glenn Currier on 09/28/03 at 02:22 PM What a muse Billy is! The images in your poem are delightful and the story irresistible. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)