off the edge of my brain fall words without a mission until the poetry writes itself.
When sweethearts kiss in the middle of June
When crickets sing songs all in tune
I'll be there; oh, I'll be there
Where cotton fields lay heavy, white as snow
Where rivers run and swallows go
Where babies crawl on bellies hanging low
I'll be there; oh, I'll be there
Bakers bake, and stewers stew
Red is red and the sky is blue
All that was-- was never new
It is true; oh yes, it is true
I went to town and saw a monkey dance.
He wore a polka-dot shirt and paisley pants,
Playing his drums while giving a glance
I was there; oh, I was there
Down the road, the runners ran
With smiling faces, all was grand
People clapping with happy hands
I was there; oh, I was there
Bakers bake, and stewers stew
Red is red and the sky is blue
All that was-- was never new
It is true; oh yes, it is true
Now the moon says goodnight
Now the people begin to fight
Soldiers marching with mighty might
I am there; oh yes, I am there
While the river runs red in bloody slime
While monkies are dead before their time
While poets cry out without a rhyme
I write on; oh, I write on
Bakers bake, and stewers stew
Red is red and the sky is blue
All that was-- was never new
It is true; oh yes, it is true
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2010-06-17 at 04:10
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Tinker Tales
When the second hand prances around the moonWhen sweethearts kiss in the middle of June
When crickets sing songs all in tune
I'll be there; oh, I'll be there
Where cotton fields lay heavy, white as snow
Where rivers run and swallows go
Where babies crawl on bellies hanging low
I'll be there; oh, I'll be there
Bakers bake, and stewers stew
Red is red and the sky is blue
All that was-- was never new
It is true; oh yes, it is true
I went to town and saw a monkey dance.
He wore a polka-dot shirt and paisley pants,
Playing his drums while giving a glance
I was there; oh, I was there
Down the road, the runners ran
With smiling faces, all was grand
People clapping with happy hands
I was there; oh, I was there
Bakers bake, and stewers stew
Red is red and the sky is blue
All that was-- was never new
It is true; oh yes, it is true
Now the moon says goodnight
Now the people begin to fight
Soldiers marching with mighty might
I am there; oh yes, I am there
While the river runs red in bloody slime
While monkies are dead before their time
While poets cry out without a rhyme
I write on; oh, I write on
Bakers bake, and stewers stew
Red is red and the sky is blue
All that was-- was never new
It is true; oh yes, it is true
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
Read 842 times
Editors' choiceWritten on 2010-06-17 at 04:10
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