Detour/About Time Poem by Mountain Man

Detour to dangerous
times, fantasies on high.
Dim walks along the
ocean's tide.
Tide when does it come to
you.

About time.
Time, a mistresses call
to fame.
Not to blame no fame.

A driver with no arms.
a baby in the bushes,
A beast within.
At least the east
has heart.

A crash a memory
of days gone by.
High school years as tears in the pouring
rain.


A doctor, a gunman
where is the fun
man?
Peace races to the heart.

The fortress that
surrounds us.
Us & them veterans by
the wayside.
What are the chances of a
great romance.
Not in the novels of the book store.
For please don't stop,
don't criticize this man
in a lonely brook
by the night embers.