PEACE FROG
01-31-2010, 09:30 AM
Long black fingers clutch blood red soil.
Alligator cracked from a mid summer’s tragedy.
Holding on for dearest life.
Copper arms reach to the heavens as they try to shed their dusty patina.
They look northward at the chosen… the spared.
Majestically content and prominent.
Shade for fat elitist Cushman kings on the back nine.
This winters sleep not so restful.
For even in death she is alive, she is alive.
Waiting.
Waiting for spring to decide.
Alligator cracked from a mid summer’s tragedy.
Holding on for dearest life.
Copper arms reach to the heavens as they try to shed their dusty patina.
They look northward at the chosen… the spared.
Majestically content and prominent.
Shade for fat elitist Cushman kings on the back nine.
This winters sleep not so restful.
For even in death she is alive, she is alive.
Waiting.
Waiting for spring to decide.