Pole To Pole

I used to make up stories for children none are left. Sing babes in arms lullaby's and goodnight. Remembering beds of painted flowers past and new. Stories for children rhymed for a time they are gone. Memories of lovely petals alive in my mind. Even missile tows and missile launchings to the sea. Teachers of learning look for Spot a lot Spot ran off. Told of comets, moon beams and dreams of the stars. New clear clouds give brilliant laser dark shadows. New clear waist, leaves us thimble lean with no fat. Sharing no hair, no pere, no air, pole to pole.