Rooster Speaks
Ashes pure as light cast off at early morning’s flight
the day of my departure from the land of Midday sun where,
skies are rarely gray mostly every day where, rest assured your health will be ok
you’ll find a Walgreen’s store every which way no matter where you look
where four corners can be found.
If you love palm trees, slash pine, oak and saw palmetto you’ll
enjoy the scenery for mile upon mile upon high mileage (Double your pleasure)
on both sides of the street for such long distances!
If you love it’s unabashed sameness you’ll think you’ve died and gone
to heaven;
“’But, not I,’” pipped up the cock eyed rooster with strange reply
I had never heard him speak. Still, I had to agree with what he had to say.
Sun Fan
“I’m not a big sun fan anymore. I prefer to walk on the shadowy
side of the street where I belong since, basically
I’m just a shadow looking for some shade
to lie down under and sleep
beneath a tree I know
I’ll
someday
find.
Kurt Struble Writing 