January is now Janet Frame Month
The Poet – Janet Frame
Though the wheat is so beautifully puffed
the rice is ballooned and stuffed
and the world seems so much bigger
from a few to a marvelous crowd
of supers, the pushing and proud
with more push and pride and the prig growing prigger.
The poet still breathes with one lung
climbs a ladder of only one rung
shoots stars with his hand off the trigger.
I found these poems in an old poetry anthology from school. Unfortunately there isn't a reference for where they originally came from.