Poems

Poems

My childhood Recollections,

 prominent in clarity but not in sincerity.

their fields covered in Imperfections,

Of  Unfamiliarity.

All clouds in the sky,

And Things on earth,

Are here to pass time by,

In dreams of Perth.

Why?

The dreams Worth.

The cloud,

Of summer

Forever endowed

In Midsummer

My life so bright

My worth so great

Was, in the fight

Used as bait

 To finally kill the knight

Of hate

The fog as thick,

As my favorite stew

The road slick,

But much to Rue