Morning light dances As the spider spin her web Opening my eyes
Morning light dances As the spider spin her web Opening my eyes
I gaze on red leaves As crickets sing of autumn In the cool night breeze
Watching horizon As soon as red leaves appear Tiny wings take flight
As Summers heat clings I search trees for fall color And I learn to knit
The cat stares perplexed Uncomfortable silence As I learn to knit
Ahh… Indignation Mixed with disgust, fury and um fear and contempt Definitely shock preferably pure shock, but a good quality artificial shock will also work with a hint guilt and indoctrination and of course bottled in mythology and courage Only sold in the most honored societies and worn by the bravest and most selfless individuals Gideon’s …
As days grows shorter Falling leaves color the streets And I learn to knit
And these shadows fall While these decisions are made Without a concern
No one remembers As Hollywood wages war This is an old script
Define hypocrite On the road to Damascus Pacifists make war
The rising tide 