It

Sands of grain are salted bits,

of challenged rights to add to it.

Clever dam with stones of rock,

that concrete with a "Lot".

Back down the drive, count with....

Lava pits, red molten lips, drip, drip, drip.

Glaciers melt from liquid warmth,

heat is high, I turned from it.

Caved in my thigh and crippled it.

Back down the drive, count til....

Heavens home, can't find fore-with.

Hell is earth, we're on it.

Here to there, just calm the spell.

Settle ground to harm, I fell!

Back down the drive, count Five....

Amazing charms, a dragons breath,

Warring Locke's fill with rage, 

calling me by name and page,

Back-off I say, they know my age!!

Back down the drive; CRASH IT!!

K.A.P.

5/8/2009