One thing I've been admired for
is my ability to create

a partnership with my body,
and my shadow that's purely, great!

I jest not, as I document
for those who have not seen

for instance, like St. Patrick's Day
when my shadow shows up, green!

I've been known to mix it up, a bit
but when playing music at a "gig",

I'm forced to leave my shadow at home
because his "dancing" causes patrons to "wig"!

Come and join me
Here in my home
Where i welcome you all
Where i still sit alone

Creating Creations of joy and folly
Creations of heart
And Seasonal holly

Come in and get comfy
In my North Country home
Where body and mind
co-mingle whats sewn

Creations of style
Creations of hope
Of paint and canvas
Of beads and hemp rope

From fine fancy dresses
To cute garden gnomes
From jewelry hand-made
and orchards fresh grown

Sister Sarah said, her siblings are green
Steeped in the blues they fall headlong
When dealing with a willing opposite
Undefined emotions embedded in senses
Presumed love befall a smiling snare
Like a bubby traps set at rabbit holes

She prayed never to be caught there in
Declared fervidly, ‘Na love I go chop’
Her love has eyes on a thinking cranium
To see the masked on these preying people
A community that takes and thwacks hard
Like banana peels to stomach and bin

Heed to the call of the rough winds,
Wild child
- Untamed soul.
The voice of the wolves of the steppes
Howling from the mountains beyond,
beckon to you.

Be mired not in the madness
of the humans broken world.
Neither loan to it a magical wand
Nor a simple helpful hand;
They’re both needless like desert sands.

Just harken to the horizon’s thundery
And follow after the lightening’s path
away from this void
before the human madness laugh
all to the crimson glory of death