A Poem by Thayne Whipple

Words

Aug 4, 2015

Words can be beautiful,
Words can have power.
Read to a child and then
Later they flower.

Read me a nurs'ry rhyme
Nightly in bed.
I will remember it
Well ‘til I'm dead.

Words can be moving and
Rhymes will endure.
See that they're righteous
And wholesome and pure.

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— Thayne Whipple

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