[Soaring Feather]

March blues on the wan
the sun is shining once again
dewdrops are blooming in the yard
squirrels are jumping round
like the retards they are!


The temps are pleasantly warm
this day, the ole farmers
are out makin' hay
lots to do, lots to do
when things do thaw
and the farmer believes
it's not the last straw.


Eighty more mater seeds are due
to be put in the Aframe
before the dew freezes
them solid in the cold air
a bed of straw and warm sun light lives there.

bentfeather

[Lady Jag]

Sometimes poetry rolls right of my brain and sometimes to conjure it is too much of a strain.

A Dream Within A Dream
by Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?