Slithering down the slope
alluding all who would grope
tenebrous places his choice
forked tongue his voice
into the depths of night
slowly regain my sight
smelling the fetid air
knowing the serpent is near
I have learned not to fear
dirt crawlers cannot harm
those who have the charm
I wait knowing it will attack
probably behind my back
prepared in ways to fight sin
I spin around in time to win !
Eileen, this is the unflinching faith we a have all come to know you for. And it is a wise woman/man indeed that knows to watch their back when Old Ned is slithering about. May peace and love be always with you my dear friend. Jon Michael
Thank you big sister for the ticket going up & know that I ALWAYS read your poetry, though sometimes, not too often, I don't comment, sorry...Ed (Jersey)
You pure most innocent being, what have you got that Satans would want so badly, would it be your soul, or just eat you whole, I'd watch my back too, if I were you. Anyway just a thought, you always get me thinking. Hugs! Jasmin Horst
Ron
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
A marvelous lesson, indeed.
Georg
Sandie Angel :o)
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Newfie hugs, Rose
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
George