While enjoying a long road trip, I wrote some, well, call it poetry. I’d like to say the unusual burst of writing is inspired by the Holy Spirit, but that may be an overstatement. It has been fun, and I hope it elicits a small smile from someone else. Here’s the first of a few…
TX Zebra
I know I’m not in Africa
I checked the map twice
Roaming with the Longhorns
I noticed something striped
Looking somewhat like a horse
But black and white all over
Casually wandering
While grazing on the clover
A monochrome image
On a color plate
They don’t seem to realize
They are out of place
