Oh, with these thoughts so raw
Around the corner lies Thanksgiving.
How am I to express what I saw
Amongst the diverse happenings of the living?
How is one to encapsulate the concept of love
Or the friendly sensation of being called “dawg?”
How is one to describe the grace of a dove
Or the unorthodox complexion of a frog?
Where technology promotes the literary slaughter
With its vast mechanisms of metal,
How may the dainty voice of a daughter
Illustrate the delicate beauty of a petal?
With rhythmic prose, we eliminate machinery’s masque
And fruitfully rejoice in our illustrative task.