The Land of Purple Thunder
When the world is cross and dreary
There’s a place to calm the weary
I find the secret door down under
To seek the land of purple thunder
On sands of time, the beach does lie
With ponds and castle frogs near by
Who serve the queen of hourglass
She chirps to let each hour pass
I see a harpsichord that sings
Just as I come upon my wings
A gliding sail on silver seas
I scale the mountain tops with ease
I’m greeted by some Flutterflies
And Stumblebees who grace the skies
I watch out for the flower sots
With whom a Tipsymoth now plots
I dine on Angel cake delight
As Psalm trees sway and chant good night
With Puffydogs, I join the crowds
Who ate too many puffy clouds
Then to rest with Maids of grass
In silken shade of summer sass
To dream of how I’ve spent my day
Inside this imagery parfait
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2019
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