with notes


with notes ( a little story-poem of some truth )

with notes of rome in flames - aglow

& oh those vandal so & so's

we ponder on - the dog & i

as air it cools - a soft breeze blows

with notes of ludwig's joyous ode

in search of ghost tales of the gloam

or gold - as ever - treasure hides

passed private drives where ivy grows

with notes of mars & jericho

& curtain calls for west end shows

in still we plod with but a sigh

as snails leave trails of slimy slow

yes evening roams - the sun is low

& soon to vanish down below

the hills but on the other side

from where this dawn it yawned



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