Johndavisnearby
Moon stares at the Steeple
High on the Clock
Midnight is striking
Hickory forgot to Dock
Earth gets it together
or waits for the Shock
Integrity and Honor
Rains on the Hill
A new sun is rising
to melt down
the hate and the Chill
Come along sweet nation
This is the Peoples Will
To hamza: thanks for the comment. Poetry lives in a world of pleasant and repeating sound the better to bounce Around
Amazing Sounds Like Waoo…
I’m picturing it. It’s pretty good when my posts are combined.