Ode to the V

Some letters stand up straight and tall,

Some curl up, or lie, or sprawl.

But you, dear V, have chosen more,

You open up, you point, you soar.

You are the Valley, deep and wide,

Where peaceful, hidden rivers glide.

You are the Vulture, circling high,

A sharp, black mark against the sky.

You start the Victory and the Vow,

The Volcano’s fiery brow.

You’re in the Velvet and the Vine,

In every sacred, shared design.

You are the arrow, pointing true,

To what a person wants to do.

You are the sign for peace and love,

A dove’s own wing, sent from above.

You split the path, you show the way,

For Venture on a brand-new day.

You hold the Voice, the View, the Verse,

For better things, or sometimes worse.

So here’s to you, bold, open letter,

Who makes our language so much better.

You stand for things both sharp and grand,

The simplest shape in all the land.