BIG SISTER WITH EYES FULL OF PILGRIMAGES*
Near a river in the forest we found
a cabin Giant lives there said our
father So there are giants Scared
the beejeezuz out of girl tigerlily
Headdress of burrs & curls clothes
mudsplashed & torn Hiking home
through verdigris moss well past bedtime
Clothes will be hidden hair brushed burrs scissored forest nymph no more
Burning the midnight oil again Atkins?
pervy teacher will boom the next morn As I race
up stairs where 18 yrs. of teachers loom
Winter 2013 (..wanted to use verdigris in a poem mentor said too ordinary..
I beg to differ Mister..)
* A.R. 1874