'The poet understands
that the mast of a ship,
the gallows, and
the cross are made
A harnet set in a hollur tree –
a proper spiteful twoad was he:
And a merrily sung while he did set
His tinge as shearp as a bagganet:
The old man comes cautiously down
The stairs to the kitchen.
He takes the last step
That isn't there -
I stand welcoming the rising sun
IOn the Myakka Prairie where morning's just begun.
The landscape's flat for miles around,
Silence, for it's miles to the nearest town.
Found a lizard on the floor,
Was creeping toward the door.
T'was caught, in hand, clean
And after examination, healthy deemed.
The seven acre farm permitted only just so
Many things to be or go
One was the keeping of a cow
Nor more could be allow’d
Once in a forest deep
Lay one who was asleep
Dreaming of a place to be
Where 'equality' was the only way.
Some years ago
When one's anxiety was aglow
Would light up a smoke and take puff
Then slowly exhaling, was enough