Phillip dancing slightly

Willow creek crossing

Insures safe passage

For the young brides of Samara,

Wandering forward.

Infantry men gaze upon

The light souls of the young brides,

Seeking the river

Winding a pathway

To rome.

Passing from junction to junction

Becomes a thin line,

As time levels off.

The brides become weary

And seek a town closer,

A younger, wiser destination.

Wagons harnessed to donkeys

Arrive in the town,

Colorado Springs,

Bringing bride after bride,

To an early destination,

Where a cowboy slowly sings.

Young brides being scared,

Ask questions of the man,

Who he is, and

Where he comes from,

But he turns their attention

To a man, who lives upon a table.

Who is he, the brides wonder,

Yearning to reveal his name,

But he burns oils of midnight,

And keeps to himself.

It's merely Phillip.

He's slightly dancing

To a tune from Muriano,

Played upon the notes

Of a cornet in the hands

Of a wild magician,

Building an ocean

Out of musical

Wonders.

Adam reads, Mindy reads.

Mindy and Adam never stopped looking

At the Sunday times.

Somedays they like it,

Other days they dislike it,

But Mindy and Adam prefer

Eggs and toast,

Not jam and sauce.

So Mindy and Adam read everyday,

The Sunday Morning Post.

Mouse

The small tree stands

Alone in the tall yard

Look at the tall tree

In the short yard.

How tall is the

House in the yard

That is small?

Tall, yard, house, short, good, bad.

I prefer the dandilion in the window.