git by Kristina Woodhill two have entered our land roam in search of plunder robbed our pizza man ducked into our ditch afraid by day to show their hand houses marching closer dirges beat by builders’ bands city leaders seeing green too zoned to plan the fox is in the chicken coop and my baby needs a fine new collared coat 04/29/2006 Author's Note: git - western slurring of "get your sorry self out of here!" Posted on 04/29/2006 Copyright © 2025 Kristina Woodhill Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 04/29/06 at 11:33 PM I'm posting this on the corner fence where I just noticed a flapping neon surveyor marker flag. Right after I put up my own flag that'll read in bold black'nwhite: git! U R a PoeT in th' giFt of time, m'friend! Love thissy! Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 05/03/06 at 01:22 PM Yes, developers appear to be able to go where an individual must fear to tread! You've got it right! It is happening all over! Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/03/06 at 04:37 PM Interesting "train of thought" piece. All aboard! :o) Posted by Julie Adams on 05/18/06 at 09:50 PM Git is a word I know well from my past in the UK, and this poem works well to consider political greed and some of its ramifications...nice poem to ponder over...all the best, *jewels* Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 07/26/06 at 11:58 PM Develop more, care less, be careless, emotions do count for nothing, that dern fox is sly. Fantastic, Kristina! You took a thought and ran with it by developing a poem in a category of its own that works beautifully. Love and peace, Kyle Anne Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 11/05/06 at 01:15 PM your words have so wonderfully projected a picture in my mind which I'll not soon think to efface. quite lovely they are and humbling. 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 © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)