Down the rocky path.
Away from the mighty wrath.
Let me pack a simple bag.
The one with the funny tags.
They will be sorry soon.
EAT MORE ! from that spoon.
Foul taste - that food.
Both with a mad, mad mood.
I'll sleep, wait for the moon.
Birds sing a sunny noon.
That dream full of fear.
Run to Moms gentle ear.
from my poem book - DREAMS