Gov'Ner Crist Poem by James McLain

Watching they upon you i watch, ' you watch
and the lines increasingly and those friends
and remember thus they them, who they are.
and being it is not about being alone, when
as i am, you are and you now are.
Be as they if as truly you have 'said, it is done.
Platforms and platforms,
which of they for them or against is it, make it known.
Platforms from which to gain height to see the sea.
Do not be mean and stand upon yours,
looking down upon them in all, 'your worry
concern for them, they are all, are they not
in your heart, let it be known.
And i am tired as well as all
eyes are cast out at what is to be or not, none see.
The children all of these children every where.
Every one, each it is thus, 'children except for the old'
and blushingly to my self except one and yet
are they not again as they once were, when young?
A plat form from within and when i was at the beach
their was a small one, beings Autistic
whom tried to stand and walk towards me.
Ashamed thinking I, of my Daughter,
and before going back into that world of wait.
Calling out to him again and he did!
And smiled for a moment in time and then, he did.
That is what being a little big man of hearts
is all about, perhaps i am wrong, perhaps it is not.