Did you ever
a dandelion pick,
blow each seed
and make a wish.

Was that wish,
a wish for wealth
or was that wish
a wish for health?

Or was that wish
a wish to see,
a field of gold
in front of thee.

From the tallest mast to the tallest tree,
my words won't be seen from land or sea.

They won't strike fear into the bravest heart,
challenge the mind, or a discussion start.

But this ramshackle collection of word and rhyme,
has subtleties and candor within its design.

Its message is 3 fold, direct at your heart.
First, to the void that's left when we part.

Second, I dedicate to the tone of your skin.

Third to your returning hand and the feeling within.

perched on my windowsill
I can remember it still

sound of lawns being mowed
and the great north road.

I wandered back then,
Where were they bound?

Why would they pass by
such a wonderful town.

still I look back and smile,
from where I am now

all I wanted back then
was this Midlands Town

the friendships we made
the bridge where we played

We would boast of the dens
we built with our friends

the dens have all gone
friends have moved on

to where they reside
in towns far and wide

one thing that we share
that nothing compares

the sites and the sound
of this Midlands Town.

let the covers,
hide my face.
an impostor,
take my place

to all parties involved
all maneuvers on hold
Raise the white flag
cease to resist.

draw down the blinds
wave away the masses.
stop the world for the day
let it slip from its axis.


on the street below
there'll be no show.
no masquerade
no ticker tape parade.

no background noise,
no constant hum
no hustle or  bustle,
no beating drum.

The Washington mayor
said there was nothing to do,
only thoughts and prayers
we can offer to you.

as lights flashed blue,
and lights flashed red,
their souls are sleeping
on the riverbed.

while the CEO announced
to family and friends,
that his only regret
were the downward trends.

Casually dressed
to allay their fears,
he hoped his words
would dry their tears.