The author wrote a note
For a person far away,
Composed of delicate words.
Words that were meant to remain.
The note was folded,
Slid in an envelope and stamped,
Carried to the post office
To be sent by mail.
The note began an adventure
It was put on a plane to Boston,
Flew from there to Puerto Rico,
London, Paris, and Hong Kong.
It was then forwarded to Venice,
Dublin, St. Louis, and New Orleans.
After traveling for several weeks
It ended up in the town of Keyes.
The postmaster gave it to a servant girl
Along with many letters.
On her way home it fell from her hands
Onto the street of Alexander.
It was trampled by shoes
Then kicked in the air
Picked up by the wind
And flew above the town,
Then it settled in a puddle
On Lingham street.
There the ink started to seep,
And disintegrate in despair.
The note was lost to the receiver.
The senders long hours in vain,
For his beautiful composition
Was never to be received.
written by Evelyn Creon
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