The Patch

The Patch

They left there Nightmarish

War Torn Tragedies

And embarked upon a Desperate Journey.

Hoping only

for The Salvation

of The Damned.

The Redeemer

The Reformer

The Dissedent.

Consider that First Thanksgiving.

The Rich Sweet Produce

Offered by those generous Native Benefactors.

The Boundless Wonder

Tanneries

Mills

Shipyards.

Tall Tales to good to be True.

No Golden Cities

Only Buttermilk

no Honey.

So The Scarecrow

Handcrafted

All Leather Boots

Fine Cutlery

That sence of Tradition

And Value

They would Ascribe

to Themselves.

II.

In The Woods

amongst  The Rains Moss covered Logs

half buried in Fallen Leaves

appear The Wise

The Enchanted  Ones.

Telling Riddles

Conjuring Dragons

Blending Magical Potions

And Playing Chinese Checkers

Till The Wee Hours of The Morning

on The Dark Side of The Moon.