I often forget that
big things start small:
a poem with one line,
a rope with some twine;
a castle with a brick,
magic with one trick;
a chicken with an egg,
a circus from one peg;
an encore with a clap,
migration with one flap;
a belch with a bubble,
a beard with some stubble;
a statue with some clay,
a year with one day;
a cold with a sneeze,
a storm with a breeze;
a journey with a step,
muscles with one rep;
a friendship with a smile,
a marathon with a mile;
a painting with a dot,
a tangle with one knot;
a banquet with one pie,
rot with one fly;
a bull with a calf,
a whole with one half;
a fire with a spark,
a chorus with one lark;
an oak with a seed,
and happiness from one deed.
So never forget that
small
isn’t small
at all.
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Jodie Houghton has worked as an Editor in scientific publishing for over 18 years, and has been writing for even longer. She has won or been listed in various international short-story, picture-book and microfiction competitions, and has had a play she wrote about climate change performed in Camden. She loves scouring charity shops, walking and playing games.
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