Reckoning Brights ~ James Blunt True Flame

In bumping on the forwards Marching to the Live of breathing Rest in the Apple of the Seed,

the grove in Forest is the Echoes of the Path that lead to Reads,

a sort of Tree Stop Approach in the rear of the lanes to the by the Way Hello's!!

To comfort those old pals that stayed the road to site did have it's day,

for the mention of a nation the Country took to abbreviation.

In that rush to text the Test of the Millenia with the desk,

the brisk to sweep such wondered stories,

did the same in all 'It's' glory!!

Bitter sweet the Morsels feed in the googling of speed,

sordid now relates to named in such a way I abandoned save.

The International Solutions dissolved an Ancient Wall in a single Call,

no mention to the loss at All,

the capturing of the advantage tall!!

In the Face of my Life easy questions caused such great strife,

that the belt would beat for asking when,

did the dinosaurs fit Gods hymn!!

I'll never forget the welts it left,

upon my back with that strap,

wheeled from the pants that held,

the hands felt like theirs in Spell.

Trappings often snap to false in snares,

the peanut butter to catch a mouse,

the cheese will often steal in leave the bounce!!

In youth I'd watch and wonder lot,

think to Self an awful wrought,

but I did always root for the Creature,

to get a way with food as Reapered!!

A Mixing In The Wrongs For the Left Turned Rite