WADDINGTON, Miriam
Crazy Time
When the birds riot
and the airplanes walk,
when the busy sit,
and the silent talk;
When the rains blow
and the winds pour,
when the sky is a land
and the sea its shore,
When shells grow snails
and worms eat toads,
when winters chase summers
on upside-down roads,
We'll sit by our fires
and warm our hands,
and tell old tales
of bygone lands.