On a mighty steed dressed for batt… Rode the Knight of a Thousand Ey… In a silver suite of armor fashion… From the lightning bolts within th… Then from the night came the Shad…

The breezes carried the scent of h… To the nose, to the nostrils, of t… And she bounded for the trees, wit… Right past the cows and the sway-b… She dined with them, daily, near t…

Words for the living Were solemnly said, As each coffin passed Housing it’s dead, “It is hard to be born

Rain Clouds say, “Bye-Bye,” as a Rainbow spans the sky, and I sigh, “Oh my.” *** JEF Oceans begin with a single drop of water,

Full Moon hangs in sky, Wolves howl, snakes slither, Frui… Stark clouds drift and cry. D. Thurmond / JEF —- 11-15-2015

There once was a man With a hole in his shoe Who wore flannel and wool And everything new. He had bright red mittens

In grade-school, I was told about Two Planets That collided, out in Nothingness. They said, “That is the reason

She says she always falls For the wrong kind And she has cried foolish tears For every one. “My choices will be different,

I do believe the whole affair Was an adult, contrived, mess. There I was in an armored suite And shaking in distress. I was not meant to be a Knight

To see the skies of tomorrow’s lig… Far beyond this sunset’s yearning Would turn the tides for sake of s… Setting the sail and mast to burni… Never you meant to see tomorrow