On water's edge she sat and cried,
so gently, no one saw.
And some time later came the tide
with strength and willful awe.
The Farmer's Market, by the tracks
was where you'd buy from hornet's wax
to octopus and chestnut pie
all things that would be, to a guy
And when time after time
they grow lemon and lime,
which makes thinking sublime
and leads poets to rhyme
On deck I stand and have my arms
propped on the railing of the boat.
this word describes your bosom.
My eyes were grateful.
Sleep does not come in silent nights
while thoughts of my dear Fatherland
buzz through my mind like moth-kissed lights
as if my tears could understand
Yes, the war for oil
many tempers on the boil
stay on homeland soil.
The fly was in the belly yes,
and found therein a frightning mess
the fly was anxious to get out
so he flew wildly all about
As one who often cares
who suffer from
some terminal diseases