A tall tower in the desert,
The sand red in its shadow,
Black night sky deep behind,
A moon in apex does ethereally glow.
A swallow flying overhead,
A black streak against the sky,
Endless blue depths of azure horizon,
While sun beats mercilessly on high.
A salamanders’ hiss as lava pours forth,
Delving crevice and crater for sweet home,
Crackling heat slides slowly to place,
Devouring all before it with barely a groan.
Flights of fancy wherever they glide,
Over the world in glorious picture show,
Sparkling thoughts that plummet on down,
New places discover a respite from woe.
©DJA 2016
The Angry Farmer 