Some folks are waiting on the perfect wave
The one their parents talked about
The big fish neath the boat that stirred -
the anglers red hot imagination
A lost Sasquatch in the midnight hour crying -
out supplication
The return of their gods in the nick of -
time , a bag of notes without rhythm or-
rhyme ..
The greenest grass the eye can handle
The calming flame of a 'forever candle ' ..