The Watcher Poem by Anthony Edmond John

The watcher as he gazes from the height of that well mowed lawn atop that hill that overlooks the flowing grace of that calm river (Amasa) .. His notice of each ripple.. Very well amazed at the beauty of nature's splendidness, he so loved the swans.. His soul is uplifted.. His dream did become his reality as he submerges with the power of soul beneath those three layers of that hydrotopia.. The music in his head with its strength from Ethiopia.. When under that marine mass, lack of air becomes your foremost phobia.. For when his soul goes on that flight, what you see is a bodily mass in limbo'd coma.. The taunt of his line toppled him into a harvest of realities.. A swell catch presents you with an array of recipes.. To digest the unfold of these oriental tapestries.. An ode to answer thye many questions.. The Sage stands as the official spokesperson for their royal highnesses; The quail, Ink and this page, selah.