Part Rash

History past had poets class I.D. the real chomp,

purse descriptions versing scene from World in a larger small,

books that wrote with filling growth to darker type in times,

the four beat rhythm to a two foot stand the partners ran a hand.

A living was a path to Means should glory sing of tragedy,

the route to muster as the chores did bust turned in fights,

stampedes those Ages in the sight to Plato of the Social plight,

I love the Philosophical Rite that banker to the blast.

Great anchors harvested chains the linked true Ships to lane,

channels formed the frigid corn so feet could enjoy rest,

a harp say chord that Vocal Score reciting to the Crest,

wonderment that Social Event bringing Cause to shore.

Harvest in the Autumn life the Ancients would describe a vibe,

the Owl in hoot or prison boot a Shoe with lacing Might,

armor that 'The Rock' did pound a Houndsman to the Trumpet,

a feeling carried shambled lives to presence in the lead.

Beautiful the singing dirt to full the fluff with value earth,

a station of Juniper that Core to know of Aspen turf,

an Atlas with a map to hear that ringing of the Sentry,

gathered more to Apropos by Showing of the love.