“The Walrus,” read by Marcia N. Lynch.
The Walrus
by Marcia N. Lynch
A comical old walrus,
I flop from dawn to dusk,
But it hurts my feelings
When you laugh at my tusks.
They stick out from my muzzle,
And they’re hard to brush.
They snag my favorite PJ’s,
And I don’t like them much.
But God, in His great wisdom
Gave me a pair of these,
And so I thank Him daily
While swimming through the seas.
About the Poet
Marcia N. Lynch’s experience as a storyteller comes from working as a children’s film editor and from having been written into the story of Christ’s redemption. She studied sculpture at Mount Holyoke College. Sculpting, like film editing, requires an artist to cut out anything that does not relate to the primary subject matter, and these two disciplines have honed her storytelling skills. Marcia lives in Arlington, Virginia with her husband of 38 years and has three grown children. She surrendered to Christ in 1975.
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