MY UNCLE MATT
By Dean Beaty 3/15/08
This is a message from out of the womb.
ďI got to get out, thereís just no leg room.Ē
Dear Uncle Matt; I canít wait to meet,
Someone to help me to stand on my feet.
Iím tired of lying flat on my back.
I hear that walking takes quite a knack.
It wonít be long Iíll learn how to run.
Then we can have barrels of fun.
Nicholas and I, we might like to fish.
There are so many things that I wish.
We could go hunting for pheasant or deer.
I just canít wait to get out of here.
So Uncle Matt, Iím ready to go.
I have a ball, teach me to throw.
Then thereís computers, I donít know a thing.
At teaching computers I hear youíre the king.
Looking forward to seeing you,
Jackson Wyatt Clay