The rocking chair creaks its complaint gently to my ears
Crickets chirping lurid tunes that everyone can hear
Fireflys winking at me with their odd fluorescent glow
Bullfrogs singing loudly to the 'possum don't you know
Honeysuckle blossoms drip their sweetness on the breeze
Starlight kissing moonbeams floating far atop the trees
Raccoons bathe the repast of their crayfish by the brook
Whippoorwills croon to their mates "Come back to the nook"
Lightning brilliant stabs sudden blinding revelation
Thunder deafeningly roars witness to the nation
The hollow suddenly silent now springs back to life
Raindrops enormous wet and warm wash away my strife
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I See Through
PoetryPoetic musings of Barry Tudor on life and introspection. A journey of a motorcycling American poet lost in the midst of his own country. Hellish past. Glorious present.
