Beware Of Fog! Poem by Blake Ruley

I come from a kin of mighty flame..
Descendants of ember and fame.
I sit in my brothers garage - half blind puffing tobacco, again...
between blinks and breaths I read to myself 'Beware of God'! ..
On the wall..
Shrugged and feeling bugged my sight looks around the old garage for something to rid my mind of fire..
'Beware of dog'! My brother has posted so that everyone who reads - trembles! !
Frightened, shocked - I stutter aware of God and now Dog!
..Let us roll in the chariot, he says.. Go see our old man for a change, my will obliged and off we went..
My fathers backyard lay dirt and a stoked flaming firepit..
Beneath the the great oak lay'th a cross that has never known salvation..
'Why that might make some sense why I am so screwed in the temple, I suppose'
.. Ashing my pipe my mind wandered..
There again but this time something to ponder..
The sign reads 'A clear consciousness, is usually the sign of a bad memory'...
... And then it hit me... Beware of God!
Beware of Dog!
And my dad has posted on the great oak...
'Beware of Log'.

..If I agreed with them both, we'd both be wrong.

BjR