English Is Peter Poem by James McLain

Tai from the dusty cliffs of chalk
looking there past the pond
flying over the boats, are to slow
today hot yellow burning the sun,
I met, a fellow 'Peter.
Peter stood and walked and talked
amongst the grass holding his key
while it growing even greener,
as the tide was turned away.
Peter says eye, in lieu of yes
upon a box
standing up does your speakers.
The poetess from England and you
to Peter, made was mention of by, I.
His wife upon the shore he builds
for others.I found a hat I wear
and washed, some think of as.
And she as he are as one mind
and all like they their sky is blue
turning brown from the sun we are
pond to pond the same, our colors.