They tend to always ask,
“Why did the chicken cross the road?”
And the dove has his role to play with peace,hope, and love.
The goose will always get picked no matter how many ducks go quack.
But me…
I’d just like to thank you for letting me be a part of your feast, meal, or snack!
Happy Thanksgiving!
A coin to carry
A coin to pay
A coin to guide…
On the way
A silver a glint
A simple flip
Heads or Tails?
Fare Thee Well
Fare Thee Well
Fare Thee Well…
Touch Piece - A touch piece is a coin or medal believed to cure disease, bring good luck, influence people's behaviour, carry out a specific practical action, etc
A magician some may call me…
A trickster, perhaps a fool?
A rabbit out of a hat you say?
I’ll do better…
See…
A mule!
I have studied under the greatest…
I have traveled distant lands!
I just made your watch disappear
With the sleight movement of my hands.
If you blink…
You will miss it.
There’s more…
::crowd chatter::
“Woah!!!”
“Where’d he go?”
“Mmm…I think he might have slipped out the back door.”
……
Hey!….My watch!!!
A chill and gloomy evening
As I tend to make my rounds
Shifting through each tombstone
That lies on sacred grounds
I was buried under cornerstone
A measure that must be took
To guard against the vagrant man
And most underhanded crook.
The Church Grim
According to folklore a church grim was a guardian spirit of an animal that would look over church grounds. Usually it would be buried underneath a church’s cornerstone.
It seems to have gone away from me
It seems it has made its escape
I nodded off oh so suddenly
And then was jolted to awake.
My head…
oh so weary.
My eyes…
so heavy too.
I think my soul just left me
While under a forest canopy’s view.
A quiet and gentle nodding…
A momentary sleep.
I opened up my mouth to yawn
And found I couldn’t speak.
Do not stare too longingly -
Try not to give it too much thought.
But I swear I hear her whispers
Saying everything that no man ought.
She bellows low I tell you
And ebbs in a blink
You can easily be lost to her
No matter what you may think
And Yes we've traveled many shores
And we tend to fare well
But we have lost so many men
To the roaring of her swells.