Look at me Ma!
That’s where it starts, hanging from a tree,
Look at me ma, look at me!
Now let me see,
Of eons past,
A monkey,
Could it be?
Standing on his head, look at me, look at me,
So proud he is, she could see,
Are you proud of me?
His shining eyes did speak,
With glee
Not happier he could it be?
Proudly standing on his horse, for all to see,
Nor more proud could be,
He’d joined the cavalry,
Spurs and stirrups gleam,
Look at me!
His pride could see,
From distant, roar, and cannons flair could see,
He’s fighting brave for me,
To keep me safe and free,
A searing bullet she could feel,
Enter he,
How could it be?
Black horses, a coffin on a Whipple tree,
His face no more could see,
His soul now free,
That searing bullets pain now felt,
Pay its fee,
She cried true woe is me!
07/02/2008
Georg
Be always safe,
Karen
you have given us thought Jasmin...
well written...
John
Love
ET
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
Lovely. Enjiyed it. "Look at me Ma!" shines.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU