Some words sing – like wing.
Some words thunder – like blunder
or plunder
or softly creep – like sleep.
Some words are harsh
and croak like frogs in the marsh.
There are homely words
like box and barrel;
and is there an uglier word than snarl?
The word thump sounds like a bump.
Then there is March, stiff as starch.
Words can murmur or can shout.
Words can shake my thoughts about –
words of comfort and of grace
or words that put me in my place !
I love friends and flowers and birds.
I must add, I do love words!
– Marion Wyllie
