Having the Emperor home for the summer is marvelous! One of the many fringe benefits is random extemporaneous poetry. Over breakfast.
This morning it was Haiku.
From Klenda:
One tree says to two,
"Maple, I would pine for you."
I pick up my axe.
From me:
I struggle for words
Trying to scan this haiku
Almost got it.
From the Emperor:
Seedlings slowly grow
Amid tall, leafless giants--
Remnants of the flames.
Can you tell who was the English major?
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