call it

Call It
3-17-18

Call it military or is this just life as we know it
They want to know if we grow it
God hold away despair
God save me from sighing
Time to turn it over and take care of sanity
As rejected in Ammoniah only to but jump ship
On us for well-appointed features as for water and blood
Greeting son and daughter
Still chewing the cud
Getting ready for a flood
And today it's a long road to my rest
I take at best so I fake and make
Having garments spotless
O, quaint town known as Big River
Taking much longer to do this
As to catch a bit more shuteye
Call it!




Chapter Eight
3-17-18

As Alma returns from the land of Gideon
We consult our Babylon and Midram
Never seeing an acceptable reason
When soon peaches are back in season
For sisters throwing stones of tragic irony
For things of Fate and another interruption
Thus it was with the land of Ammonihah
As Alma labored much in spirit and its oftly considerate
For you to think of me this way instead
Dressed in green on this Saint Patrick's fling
Break out and sing where Laura rebels
On the big river of Mendocino
Filled with a peaceful and tolerant vibe
In the presence of brothers
According to the holy order in a hurry
Towards the southern border
Frequently speaking yet silent
My pail is leaking
And life can be violent....