1985
Here are a couple of my early works, it’s hard to remember which was first, but I think it must have been the chicken.
Mud?!
Slish slosh goes the mud,
oozing through your hand.
Slish slosh goes the mud,
until it becomes sand.
The Rainbow
Tis red as and apple, blue as the sea,
also as green as a new grown tree.
Tis yellow as lemmon, orange as fire,
purple as the violet I gave the one I desire.
Tis a rainbow, dark and bright,
but you won’t see one all through the night.
Tis a rainbow, colors galore,
but when the sun sets, tis no more.