Dry leaves between your toes may itch
To cause U to itch like a son of a B
If you fall off that high seat
O’ my, your bum may be meat
You’d best be quiet, there’s a still
Closer than you know, run by Bill
His presence will be felt, I know
By you ~ if you try to stop the flow
O’ U say U understand about life,
The farmer, a’ha, and his wife
Be wary, he’s far from being share’y
If ye err ye mite just become a bit leery
A vision of yesteryear, gone astray
O’ well, if that’s a game U wish to play
This land ye have, was given from above
Listen closely, nurture it with love
One day we’ll all be together in the fold
And that is where our story may be told.
So Long for now, Not ever, Good Bye
Copyright © 2013 Charles E. Frost
May 14, 2013
Haha, was that a response to Mike’s Poem? I love this!