Like swaying trees the drying grasses
Quiver in the breeze
As crisper air upon the wind
Fills me with autumn ease

Like lightning bugs creative sparks
Flit through my waking mind
They spin and jump and leave their marks
For me to seek and find

I only wish they’d choose a time
When I could delve so deep
It’s troublesome they write and rhyme
As I’m trying to sleep!

Your words, they twist and turn alike to winding, crooked creeks
Your actions speak of bending to an interest money piques
Your spine is like to beasts that, boneless, wend through briny sea
Thus with naught but a breath your ilk corrupts our liberty.

I oft go wand’ring in this wond’ring mind
And seek out truths that do elude me so
And though seldom can I indeed truth find
Such hard-won wisdom is a prize to know

I see the bottom of my cup
The dregs are swirling there
Remains of wine I’ve else lapped up
Breathed in as if ’twere air

And though I’m feeling rather ill
And wish to sit down, too
I am not unglad to be still
Deep in my cups with you!

I wish to see lush jungles
And reefs of blue and green
O’er which the thunder rumbles
And all that’s in between

I hope to find some purpose
On distant, warmer shores
Where all the things that hurt us
I can leave at the doors