When We Know a Cool Apple Cider Would Be Nice

When We Know A Cool Apple Cider Would Be Nice Brownish red hues emitted from angry red skies Such depths of emotions sometimes are born from lies Much as rattle-snake rings it tails before it bites Poor country boy sang, save me, just before he dies And there was no angel to save him that black-night As wild river turns and floods the new founded town The town throng asked who is wrong and who is right All the hero gave them was a tormented frown The storm smiling idlily, at first hides its face Then it gave forth rampant lightning and heavy blows When all was over we had such a torn up place We knew that old man Satan had played his show. Asking ourselves if the pain is worth the damn price. When we know, a cool apple cider would be nice. Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet April 5th 1974 Note Sometimes we know that making the decision is much harder than the actual fight will be.