The Ends to which Some Err

At the last, summer tends

Ah lass a cool wind strolleth

As now fall brewing rends

Amber where green once showeth


Hold tightly and bewail

For delight will soon fade

Drafts waft in and prevail

Impelling us into shade


Alas does the summer ends

When warmths cooly did groweth

And now fall sadly tends

Winds, with which winters snoweth

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Quite, quit it

The world laughs at you with disdain

The stars downward dismal shine

The sea sways and snickers

The snow shatts heavily on thine

 

For the world find you a chuckle

The stars see a dignified derision

So the sea titters with moist action

Low, snow hits twits with precision

 

So check yourself before you trek yourself

And do a march of shame

For those haha, hehe, huuhuus

State nature finds you lame

The Fisherman

He threw the gray net out

Bubbles rose as the net sank

And the wind blew on

As the waves crashed against the boat

 

Only a heavy net

 Of water, kelp came up

 And the wind blew on

 As the waves crashed against the boat

 

 Like a tornado throwing down a house

 His net flew to the wooden deck

 And the wind blew on

 As the waves crashed against the boat

 

 For three nights he had thrown his net out

 Battling the waves and the wind  

 Heaving back ropes full of the leaves of the sea  

 In despair, he threw the net as the wind blew on

 And the waves crashed against the boat

 

 The wind blew

 With the waves crashing

 As his gnarled hands

 Pulled the gray worn net

 

 Under a crimson sunset

 A boat crashing against the winds and the waves

 Sailed home full of fish and a fisherman  

 

When Winds Come Convened

Oh how the winds convene,

Oh how zephyrs come

Oh how the gales blow

Oh how breezes hum


For they were convenient

Good for all to blow

For they sought to assemble

They desired to flow


Up through stars skyly

Between branches burdened

among streams briskly

the clouds they beckoned


Vented wound around

drafts drift slightly

squalls sung surround

tempests tug tightly


Note Boreas east zephs

At Aeolus beck enthralled

Never bagged, will inspire

the stillest heart hauled


Oh how the winds came

Oh how zephyrs vented

Oh how gales exclaim

songs breezed haunted