Poetry

You are majestic to behold Lining the streetside With your crown of Bright, orange-red flowers.   You are like a large bouquet In a dark brown vase Decorating the land

Potpourri Music Reverse the rhymes Cause confusion Mess up the beat Lilt the lyric Off-time the tempo, Wild sensations, Loosen the stiffness, Free the mind. Give to the ears A

Why Wrong Place, Wrong Time? Unless we speak of certain acts of God Is there such thing as being in the wrong place at the wrong time? Why must we

See if the Fowl’s With-Egg I have to bake a fruit cake and I really hate to heg; but go out to the fowl coop and see if the fowl’s

That Ole Tambran Tree in Bethesda–

I am telling you now that it is the

Keeper of secret tattles

Since the Daubs and the Wattles—

Keeper of secret sightings

Of

Children, go and get your cousins:

Alfred’s children, all of them.

Just consider them your siblings.

I will treat you all the same.

I am taking you to Hatton

For