Poems of Ima Ryma
|181.||Curse of the Bard||2/28/2009|
|182.||Cut to the Coup||1/26/2013|
|184.||Cygnets - Lincoln Park Zoo||6/30/2013|
|188.||Dancing With The Dung||3/18/2013|
|191.||Davison Navar Henry||1/8/2014|
|192.||Davy 'Duke' Crockett||1/21/2013|
|194.||Day of Reckoning||3/9/2013|
|195.||Day of the Bison||1/9/2014|
|197.||Dead but not Facebook Forgotten||9/30/2013|
|198.||Dead is Dead||11/24/2013|
The crowd had gathered in the square.
They came to watch a young man die.
The sherriff brought the killer there -
To the gallows, to hang him high.
At his courthouse window he stood.
The Judge watched the sentence below,
Carried out as he knew it should.
It was the law that it be so.
A prayer was muttered by the priest.