Inside a shell

Inside a shell
There is the whisper of a wave.

Inside a feather
There is the breath of a breeze.

Inside an ember
There is the memory of a flame.

Inside a rock
There is the murmur of a mountain.

Inside a well
There is the echo of a wish.

Inside a seed
There is the promise of a flower.

Snap those fingers, tap those toes.

Copyright: from The Land of the Flibbertigibbets (Salt, 2011), © John Foster 2011, used by permission of the author

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You will hear that John reads with quite a serious tone, even for the humorous poems – which perhaps adds to the amusement.

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