My Mile High Poem and More

My Mile High Poem Number 5,280 My favorite poem with a my oh my; No matter how hard that you do try, Beyond all measure; Poem do treasure; Your poems will never pass mine by. Credit Card and Hugh Had put credit card precisely in grove; Did proper steps and would approve; You know, My Hugo; Now Hugh go home after you remove. Jim Horn With guilt built a quilt which would tilt, After it did wilt and my milk on I spilt, Until bed was completely covered up to hilt; Then would have to walk around it on each stilt. Jodacious Horacious Horn For many years I bubbled beneath the deep Earth’s crust Hot and molten ever moving, upward trying to thrust Suddenly a crack appeared, above my very space I burst out with my cohorts, sunshine hit my face. We cascaded down a hillside, solidifying as we could Came to a halt and looked about, the cooling winds felt good Rain lashed down and crystallized, the surface of our skin Holes appeared as if by magic, as our innards shrunk within Dwellers began to assemble, in our caves for mutual shelter Humans and some animals, with snakes so smooth and slender All life sought our protection, from the threat there was without Comfort did we garner, as our guardianship spread about. Now they come to mine us, for the minerals we secrete. The sound of pick and hammer, resound with monotonous beat. Will our families ever return; to the security we provide? Those caverns now more cavernous, fill us still with pride There may come a time we’re needed, to again support Gods life New eruptions being born, on the winds of Earths good wife Evolving, our watchword, we record natures remedies to your ill’s Do not dare to really upset us, lest Earths innards outward spills.