Annie Get Your Gun

Annie Get Your Gun

Each Little Step was planned
Every lookout set on watch
Startwrite away she boldly cried
Off Set Two Eager watchers in search of prey

Beaumont's eager twitchers sought chicks to spy
And stealthily crept back to the nest
Faltering, fledgling literates
Would as mighty eagles soar

Fly onward, up ward devouring every literary crumb.
Until like Icharus get too near the sun
Plummet earthward, wings now shot
And wait for the next saviour who would once again raise them
aloft.

Graham Fewell