Monday, August 31, 2015

From The Thorn Bush Or Thicket




Snowflakes on the fall of the breadth of Wind is a taste of Breeze eased,
the flutter of the said to a language in tack speaks a satchel to compass the ground,
to navigate the season of cold coolers chill,
the stature of rocking a horse to the pole.
no road to the train.

Rails on perth a venture to scene,
sights to have green with modern day dug,
sheep so well the fleece Mammoth tell,
the elephants ivory is the color of spelling a dorn .

All well the natural piano chord less,
another minuet that chuppah did guest,
pouring the letter a verbal read coach,
basking in warm water of summertimes Nor.

Shoe to life the prisons undone,
now on the tower of hours and brung,
yet on that is the challenge of silents,
ticking the talking at twisted tongues shock king.

Taps on the Chap lens carriage broke,
fix in the mail took vittles to sail,
built by a rasp that filed the tile,
what is the left win the fork is a jeep.