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WHEN DARKNESS COMES xxx

The wind hurled itself,
Onto a none suspecting world.
Howling through the daytime,
Trees lost there leafs,
Shaking through the nighttime.

How many days destruction,
Does it take to sait the elements.
No one really knows,
The wind itself continued to blow.

Causing the clouds to collide,
The smaller ones in there infancy.
All huddled together trying to keep warm,
Awaiting for the abatement;
Of the world's first nuclear storm.

Aeons had passed,
Since the finality of that day.
Many creatures have gone the same way,
Time has healed in the valley of the meld.
That's where most of us dream good thoughts,
When it's time to sleep on a passing cloud.

That's where I came in only taking what I need,
The boatman beetle corralled needs to feed.
Before I fit it with with a saddle and a halter,
To carry me to the other side of the water.

The boatman beetle doesn't get wet,
It's much better than a raft.
In fact it just hovers across,
You could say it's my hover craft.

Where the toffee apple trees grow,
Just passed where the water flows.
Here's hoping that I will see,
Toffee apple's growing,
On a passing toffee apple tree.

Including nettle's for my tea,
Some dandelion roots.
For me to grind,
For a cup of coffee.

Getting dark time,
Got to head back.
On my boatman beetle,
Nearly time to hit the sack.

Cannot wait to climb,
On my fluffy cloud.
Pull a blanket of mist,
Over me very tight.
Time to go to sleep,
Goodnight.

Poetry by Alan J Ripley