The Pen drops
Rolls on the Floor
I scramble my POEM Words
for 80 years More
The Pen draws the Golden Egg
& down the Rabbit Hole
Must Grab it before the Rabbit
or Alice get Bold
Earth is shrinking
down to the Mold
O bring back
the Well of good Will
and dancing & prancing
of Old
See the Rabbit Hole
New Poems and Old
tumble and stumble
never tiring in the role
of New light and daylight
as POEMS from Earth
and others worth a Soul
spell the magic words
that Sing and Ring
and bring a sound
never before Told
The Horns from
far and Ever
Wake up the dreamers
in harmonies climbing the clouds
in the beat of Music Bold
THANK YOU for your kindness of Mind to read my poem.