poetry

The Man From East Japan

There once was a man from East Japan who was drinking a cup of tea. The people he felt of the suffering he dealt so he issued a new decree. No longer would the law state should a citizen disagree, then upside down in a nightgown would they be hanging

poetry

The Village

Out in the dew beyond the tall oak, a village of nature dwelling kind folk. Houses of clay and some of old wood, a beautiful tree monument where the town hall once stood. Fireflies danced as the young deer played, rabbits and heron found peace in the shade. Lazy creeks