Vowels were something else. He didn't like them, and they didn't like him. There were only five of them, but they seemed to be everywhere. Why, you could go through twenty words without bumping into some of the shyer consonants, but it seemed as if you couldn't tiptoe past a syllable without waking up a vowel. Consonants, you knew pretty much where they stood, but you could never trust a vowel. Welcome to the day 7 of #YoPoDiMo or the YourQuote Poetry Diversity Month i.e. September. Tonight, write a poem that begins and ends with a vowel in each line. #VowelPoem #poemtime Here's my try: As long as we breathe and the nature is alive,
