A Word Lost

By Conner Martin

I have cast out a word

It flew through the air

But it fell down to Earth

And I know not where

Though “Hark!” my word

‘Twas a beautiful phrase

Now where on Earth

I know not where it lays

Tis a pity it was lost

Upon the dead Earth

For such a beautiful word

Could incite much mirth

Though now I do think

That for such a pure word

Tis a much greater evil

For it to be heard

So know I repeat

My sorrowful tale

Of a word never heard

For it was lost in a gale

And I have license to preach

Never let a word be lost

For language is beautiful

And words carry great cost

And so, with the losing of the word

All meaning was dropped

For it, at the mouth

Might as well have been stopped