
There was something
On my mind
Dig through files
Cannot find
What it was I
Had to say
It will come back
Somewhere, some way
But for now it’s
Lost in transit
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There was something
On my mind
Dig through files
Cannot find
What it was I
Had to say
It will come back
Somewhere, some way
But for now it’s
Lost in transit
Important words in
Jumbled typeset

Clinging to a pumpkin leaf
The monarch’s fuzzy wings unfurled
To coal-black splotches ringed in orange
A tiny jewel in the world
Wild flowers glowed with dew
The monarch’s thread-like tongue uncurled
To drink the nectar, sweet and clear
A tiny jewel in the world
When the shimmering sun was high
The azure sky with clouds was swirled
Up—up—the monarch soared away
A tiny jewel in the world

Sunset streaking bright across the sky
A Midwestern show of Northern lights
A Master Painter’s canvas hung so high
Iridescent colors flung like kites
A backdrop of the richest purple hue
Blending upward to a royal blue
In contrast to the flaming yellow glow
At the horizon that in upward flow
Alights on layered clouds in dark repose
Transforming into fuchsia, ruby, rose
And shines up to illuminate still higher
Great arcs of orange fluorescent fire
In minutes this dramatic show will fade
To engulf the sky in night and shade
But still the Artist paints it at this hour
To remind us of His love and power

Cars circling round and round
For the best space to be found
Counting minutes once they park
Out come faces pale and dark
Hurry with a bag of books
Giving others sideways looks
Stoic buildings staring on
Until every student’s gone
Into the doors to find pale rooms
Where they’ll sit through boring dooms
To learn or just watch a show
Of lecturers who think they know
The answers but don’t have a clue
Of what real teachers would do
But these students won’t give in
Until their new knowledge they win
Though they are battered, worn, and pale
They’re determined to prevail

The water, dark from midnight sleep
Now mirrors lines of radiant glow
From morning clouds of brilliant gold
That with the rising sun’s rays flow
While jeweled rocks and lapping waves
Clad in magnificent attire
The ever-widening path of glass
On which advances the ball of fire