Sawed
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2007

I
Spy
With my
Little eye
A world full
Of beauty and
Sound and cold silence

I
See
With my
Eyes so bleack
A world full
Of pieces and
Partly puzzled allience

I
Hear
With my
Little ears
A clear melody
Of scenery and
Singing unreached greenery

I Saw
And I
Was awed
By the world
We lived in so
Partially
Flawed.