RUNS AWAY

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