steenbok

Steenbok
7-13-16

When I should be living it up
I die to the world today
So show me the starting gun
Tempting me to get up and dig another ditch
For water in the valley
Drip the sizzling butter sauce
Christened by the storm
By the steeped dunderheaded
Another familiar word at the chime of seven
It's still dark out
All I hear is music
We fight against the dreariness
To remain in the present tense
Grateful taking a steenbok
The pride of the season.....



To Lough
7-13-16

Giving to local, switch me on
And let me go
Must get that cable steady library room
Back where she belongs
Lost in the beauty for our steeper for the gorging
This is beauty I know
What a good day it can be
As He hath forsaken His covert
As the lion in the forest
Where we forage for fodder
Top branches yet bare
There is a place as song sung in the girl's embrace
Just for you a melody of grace
Come peaceable habitations
O, what a perfect day for fighting
Looking down on the water to see it ripple
Mind not your neighbor's atomy.....





Of Vessels That Remain
7-13-16

New music
Good sound and a brand new toy
For the swain of the Lord
I am still but a boy
O, howl ye shepherd
Better our going back to bed
What a perfect day to go shopping
For boats and quotes and half notes
Concerning the vessels that remain
And leaves on their back pack up at nine
This is more like it
Thanks ever so much for the lovely Christmas card
As steep grows the ridge
People tell me what I tell myself
That it's all good for sufficient slumbers
Oft refreshed where our vessels remain in cities of refuge
Somehow I believe I have more to say than this....