Claire Catt was having tea one afternoon
Reading a book, as blue birds sang a tune.
The cat sat, loving fragrant breezes of June;
Until she saw red sun, chasing pale moon!
Claire jumped up yelling, 'Nothing is right!
For how can gold sun, run into black night?'
But, orange sun returned, with dawn light.
Then Claire said smiling, now all is right!
Echo blasts,
as it's all hunky-dorey in an iconoclasts contrasts,
displacement of my courageousness on a dumb-fast
tele~cast,
the resumed movement 28 days later wasn't even just as fast;
it was what was all along in my
aged economical forestry please-
in a delved and dormant door-mat that I once seized-
it came and went like a breeze,
but over came me,
it even behaved like the beast.
But with all this loss of law please-
unveil for a prince his own memory,
travel for the farm every existence in sequential feast-
the con-mans academic lean,
a sordid snape's reconciliation.
See through peace as peace was once an innocent things thing,
but never bring,
never feel a sleeping wing,
just josh and joist with brothers keepers,
steal the stew we love deeper seasoned and evaporated reapers-
because lord did they appear,
and dormant was their meal,
my first,
my last,
and entry of my free feel.
Zoar Valley
There is a place a long the creek in Catt.Co. N.Y.
The valley sits between two cliffs in the low spot of the creek.
It's called zoar valley. The water runs over the fall so you can know where to swim.
A quiet little place with green trees in the summer.
In the fall people come from far away to see the colors of the trees /
Red,yellow and brown as the leaves do change.
In this valley know as zoar valley Catt Co.N.Y.
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