“That the first time I see poetry writ down It does all go from left to right I see now it must But not all the space is filld up The words have their own pattern Make a picture on the page The space that is writ Speak as loud as the space that is not I cannot read them right but I like to see The spaces and all that lie in them Soon soon I will read them correct I see the path ahead long and steep Rising through many tight knit trees Lit all the way with bright lanterns So one may step on boldly I must work and work” WritingPoetryReadingLove Of Words Book:Mary Ann Sate Imbecile Source: Mary Ann Sate Imbecile