|
|
Little green road-sweeper in Paris
In the dark
Just a spark,
Small and green,
Barely seen,
Wizzing here
Wizzing there,
Hoovering up the dirt and muck
Like a little busy ant,
But noisy like an elephant.
Lights go on around the square.
Birds flap their wings;
Somewhere, someone sings.
Time to go:
People coming.
Disappearing, hovering, humming.
by Maria Joy
Read the story behind this poem
|
Vote For My Site!
|