by Andy Betz

Through the Autumn mist of dew
Do the righteous deeds of ours
Hours of life for future peace
Piece of bread from future flours
& Flowers from fields, stews from meat
& Meet the people shouting aloud
& Allowed by permission, almost by lesson
& Lessen the pains of those who bow
Bough the branches with nests of fowl
Foul the land not fit for throne
Thrown to usurp birthrights forward
Foreword the lies by honor loaned
& (a)Loned to scream, to shout, and groan
& Grown in ambition setting sail to soar
& Sore from scars of purpled pale
& Pail no more tears from solitary bored
Board your past against debts since chequed
Check your fears whence tempests blew
Blues so balmed usher crossings in rows
Rose for dreams not yet all thru

Andy Betz

Andy Betz has tutored and taught in excess of 40 years. He lives in 1974, and has been married for 30 years. His works are found everywhere a search engine operates (including Dream Noir).