If the choice is between Putting green Or the home plate I'll change the channel Until people appear on ice in full gear Blades gnashing the rink While sticks checking slapshots Fly into the net
There's two ways to start a fire One involves waiting for a lighter The other means doing the work Rolling uphill towards the bottom Over and over and over Being responsible stewards & moving forward
Stringing together, Some coherent form of thought; Unambiguous.
Out in the wild Running rampant on Free thought Bringing down the house We watched from the garden All hedge maze and brambles while golden rays pierced clouds Leaking light across the ground
Etched inside are words, Grains of wisdom passed onwards; Morals of story.