EL DORADO

EN ROUTE TO LANDS OF PLENTY I’LL LAZE BENEATH THE SUN AND THINK ABOUT THE RICHES THAT IN MY WORLD WILL COME THE HAZY DAYS OF SUMMER WHEN I WILL DRINK LIFE’S WINE FROM OUT OF GOLDEN GOBLETS WHICH THE EARTH HERSELF DESIGNED ON LONG AND FRUITFUL EVENINGS I’LL GAZE RIGHT...

The Garden Invader

There’s a squirrel in my garden And its eating all my nuts Hanging from the feeder In a way that I don’t trust The pigeons in their numbers Simply stand and stare And watch their morning breakfast Vanish in thin air That bushy tailed invader Really does not care For...