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.
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2018
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