Tonight's Poet Corner: Flutes
Flutes by Belinda Roddie Let me take you on a whirlwind ride of woodwinds, where reeds sway in both marshes and mouths, and pipes blend in with the pipes of those who play the pipes. Pipe down, the jig is up, but the jig is also about to begin. Kick your legs high, but not high enough for the skies - that's the Lord's territory, and he prefers to tap dance alone, along the edges of volcanoes and the peaks of mountains. Instead, let's bend the knees to oboes and clarinets, and once the flutes start playing, that's when we can fall in love.