2 line poem challenge

and dance in daisy rings
as the drums beat & the pipes sing

as through our four forest magic glows

 

as though our four forest magic glows
beside where the river flows

on the banks where wild flowers grow

 

on the banks where wild flowers grow
putting on their annual vernal show

there wave the blazing blue flags of wild iris

 

there wave the blazing blue flags of wild iris
it lay on all the blankets of the indians killing their virus



the old lady jumped onto the pc to play words..

 

the old lady jumped onto the pc to play words..
with bbad and zigmo and all the lame nerds

twenty thirteen is right round the bend

 

twenty thirteen is right round the bend
so when the fuck is this poem going to end?

I really don't think I want to continue

 

I really don't think I want to continue
well I can only tell you

go your way and/or put it to a vote

 

go your way and/or put it to a vote
just wait a minute and I'll get my coat

And go off into the wild blue yonder

 

And go off into the wild blue yonder
broken dreams we fail to ponder

thanks all for coming now stab this thread please right in the face

 

thanks all for coming now stab this thread please right in the face
but don't trip over and fall on the blade

the wind is howling like a wolf

 

the wind is howling like a wolf
gathering the forces of it's pack to huff & puff

and blow the pipes wildly

 

and blow the pipes wildly
as nature is smiling

and rockin' the world

 

and rockin' the world
clouds in the sky wind lashed & whirled

as nature flings her skirts wildly

 

as nature flings her skirts wildly
skipping and dancing in glee

knowing that nothing can cage it

 

knowing that nothing can cage it
nor harness and tame it a bit

nor quiet the thunder of the drumers....

 

nor quiet the thunder of the drumers
nor the humming of the hummers

nor the clash of a high wave at night crashing against the rocks

 

nor the clash of a high wave at night crashing against the rocks
st elmo's fire dancin' cross the tops o' masts o' the boats at the docks

now an the clouds partin' ta let thru the light o' the full moon....

 

now an the clouds partin' ta let thru the light o' the full moon
shining down on fields of corn

and new born lambs in springs morn

 

and new born lambs in springs morn
and the far off calling of the distant fog horn

as the eary light of breaking dawn....

 

as the early light of breaking dawn
awakes the newborn fawns

and a new day begins