Summerhill

Here I am tended by angels of patient grace as I mend my ways. Sleep is a lover Who wants to take me away. I’m not finished yet. Climbing summer hill, we all move slowly. Perhaps there will be birds. Fell down summer hill. There were no birds, and I came too late for supper.

D-Day

Eighty years ago The Allies stormed ashore To dash the Nazi dream of global conquest down. Today another D who thinks Hitler was right And has no use for Jews Aspires to be the Tsar Of these United States By teaming up with Putin. Don’s finally gone too far With his subversive rootin’. He thinks