Janet

A happy camper she might have been
The girl who could have worn that funny grin
If not for talking a soap box preacher style
She could have obtained a silly simile
But with interpretations the way they are
Hart strings that huddled with experience
She could only buzzed at the chamber door
Come in best characters and tell me more
And the clergy made her wear a winter apron
Of sadness to protect the scared muse
From a different Chopin ring of sounds
like zip coon playing its a raining ,its a pouring and snoring
When they came early she rose
to the occasion as one who pleases
the sickly colored clothes hanging on lines of
Gifted gateways and backyard trees.
Mr dewy was out done this time
when he drove a smart body home
and witnessed the images of his mind
pass him by like a farmer in a lumber cart.
Exhaled each passage a prior remorse
These joys of stumbling years are lost
Like a Channing apple bough branch trimmed
but not cut down completely of course
But all girls seem to have fun,
chatting with the boys under the sun,
south by southwest at dawn, and
dream that thrice great men will come
Is it forbidden to dream of such firsts
Horses don’t giggle for them
When the cradle breaks they just thump
once and for all way down to China
JJF