Fable Or FairyTale?
It t'was the first day of make believe-
A day when stories and plans were made...
Character actors were auditioned and hired-
And in the days ahead put on parade;
It was the second day of make believe-
The sun was buried in a purple haze...
The Big Apple Trees were growing lemons...
And the blackest nights replaced sunniest days;
Spring t'was more as the Fall...
And Summer t'was clad in snow...
Leading us into the third day of make believe-
Where the moon had all but lost its glow;
The majestic mountains had grown to be more like valleys...
While the lakes were more liked dried solid ground...
Devoid of any water whatsover...
And the birds had lost their most melodic sound;
It t'was the fourth day of make believe-
And our world no longer revolved...
It became totally still under someones will...
An enigma that the actors could not solve;
Today all the make-believe has passed away...
Along with the greed-filled conspirators of yore...
Dressed in all black-are the vile demons that attacked-
Who are in mourning for their material world evermore;
April,2010
poem by Theodora Onken
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