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Guitars were made for rainy days
To casually strum and pass the time away
Guitars were created for the crack of dawn
Music scored for the stream to carry her burden -
in song
Guitars were made in the night
To pen ditties in the morning light
Wooden instruments striking a chord at -
high noon
Songs of the melodious wind and the-
****** moon ....
Copyright July 6 , 2020 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
I can be found in Port Woods
Where her pond is revealed in -
the burning fog
Where miracles are witnessed with-
each artistic rendition
Engulfed in the truest religion ..
Copyright June 20 , 2020 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Hot biscuits
Sorghum syrup
Brass kettles
Frosted glass
Burning oak
The timing of a rocker -
with a fan above is perfect
Guitars stand ready
A ukelele lays on call
The autoharp , ready and willing
Sunshine wins the battle of night-
and day
Bluebirds and dragonflies in some -
whimsical foray ..
A 'steel horse' bound for points south ..
Copyright May13 , 2020 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
I whistled a jig while hoofing a pea gravel trail , in earshot of a tail fin on still waters ,
the chirp of a wren traveling the -
morning forest
Pinecones stair stepping the bough
Patient dove held fast neath tympanic thunderheads
Morning cardinals dressed in red
Seedlings flurried to their cool clay berth  
Ballads of sylvan mirth and Mother Earth
A katydid saws a fiddle
A tickled toad taps time
Maw Heron renders a figure eight
The ' honkers 'are headed home like they're -
running late ..
Copyright May 12 ,2020 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Her instrument was a secret violated
A clean "paper cut " with the perfect edge
Barefoot on the minds ledge
Exhausted with rage
Entertained by a constable -
dying to clock out
The State containing the -
game of pity in a rout
Watched by a hundred or more
Welcome to the Federal Stage
Her potions have engaged
My thoughts have become a rogue -
Tomorrow will be a maze
Grazing for normalcy
Tactical , covert , quick -
diplomacy ...
Copyright May 4, 2021 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
The painted rock will return to the pool
Through virile eddy and greenstone
In the heat of June , along the autumn smoke -
of November
In the face of winter and -
the torrent , new birth of spring
A jealous sea shall forever beckon
A tempting wind will violently stir the
shoregrass of summer to no end ..
Copyright May 4 , 2021 by Randolph L Wilson ** All Rights Reserved
Water has her own unique melody
A driver commands the tire
The wheel attempts to tame the road
Colorless autos split the air
The trees whistle
Flowerbeds sway
Leaves reveal the invisible ghost
Becoming one .. Rise and sash shay ...
Mother Natures explosions become an -
unwanted guest
Windows are beacons
Signals at the will of the wind
Silver angels overhead
A column of chariots
Red dots
Yellow pulses
Drug fueled schemes
Demonic scenes
Recurring dreams ....
Copyright February 4 , 2020 by Randolph L Wilson All Rights Reserved
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