Quatrain of Class By Itself - 8289

Quatrain of Class By Itself

Class By Itself - the written word

When I took my first breath,
it was a whiff of fresh
air through a
window
sash,

There was no hospital bed,
just a room in the old
farmhouse next
to the
mash.

From there I continued to
breath in and out and
became a large
strapping
lass,

Here I am on the world stage,
giving back to the world,
poetry with a dab of
class.

Yorktown Disciple