Dedicated to all the dreamers of dreams and make-believers. And Sam and Anna
ÂŠ 2002 Mike Anderson
The snow it came in droves today And slippered all around.
Like pedal-cakes upon the shelf It lay upon the ground
The soft-shoed hero of Grover Lane Jumped, splash, into a lake
And soaked his running, jumping shoes With droplets from the wake.
High-held hands of happiness love, Dripping now with white
Give rise to wondrous pleasures And days of sheer delight.
A piece of cake to sooth his calm, Milk to sooth his mother.
He commands his mighty armies weight, And meekly asks, â€œAnother?â€?
Mars he sees throughout the knight, The sun he sees by day.
The days they’ll drag so painfully fast, Until he’ll sea his way.
A short book I wrote while still in college.