Charles Hancock Poems

I stood west of the raising sun
And I observed daybreak in awe
Another day on Earth has begun
God's plan continues without flaw
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I read a poem about the field
Where legions of men died
In a war that was worldwide
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November winds come blowing through
And the orange and yellow leaves flew
When and where would they land
I'm sure it was where God had planned
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I watched her take refuge in a glass of bourbon
She seemed as though she was vexed
The cause of which, I could not yet determine
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The dogs of war was through with me
Now I long for the arrival of the banshee
Or has she came and I'm unaware
That I departed without fanfare
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She was 40 and attending her first rodeo
Maybe, just maybe, if the stars aligned
A rugged cowboy would become her beau
She was in the mood for a little grind
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On a night the moon was aglow
My curiosity peaked and I had to know
What could I do to win her hand
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I'm not ready for this
I don't understand
And often reminisce
Nature's slight of hand
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Hugs and kisses that are hidden
Pillow talk that's forbidden
Whispers in the night
Passion as hot as cordite
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Her fervid embrace on me was tightening
She was nothing short of bottled lightning
A cat toying with her prey
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