Writing 101, Assignment 5                                            9/18/14


As I meandered down the old dirt path

That one just south of town

Something caught my eye

A stray letter, lying on the ground


I took it up and found no name

Pondering if I should peek

Then I read it without shame


‘Twas a letter from the good Reverend Meek

Written to the comely Widow Plath

I read it all, standing there, blocking the path


Words of romance; obvious crush

I resealed the envelope with a smile

Such a secret gave me a rush

Then I followed the path… … and delivered the mail

Who am I to take the wind from love’s sail?