On out past the city.. girl come askin’ pretty.. one blue moon one full in my back
In a hammock.. hangin’ easy on oceans of love.. ‘girl round here everything grows well’..
grandma smiling pulls at her gardnin’ glove.. got long story.. old folk ways to tell..
I say.. ‘show me with a home soaked remedy from time.. when my mind is peaceful it suits me..
show us how to keep it clean make dollars from each dime.. leave a recipe for ‘easy’ tea..
Mellow clouds.. day like this.. makes a blanket warm.. earth our home.. brothers sisters all..
Gives a time of easy.. get ready for the storm.. always brewin’ outside peaceful walls..
Thought.. ‘As I leave the poem that teaches me.. that makes me better at what I do.. I remember the lessons learned.. I know the subjective nature of my species and quest.. I know the difference ‘tween syllogism.. and proven fact.. (syllepsis Webster’s 2nd definition is interesting).. thus have to say.. you first lived my writing through history.. I believe each person as the humble student I am’.. Peace Tony