so much happening nothing said seems to ring true wary world watches
aristocracy #progenitor spirit champs the bit for over a hundred years seizing this moment to shackle us all
The fearful fox watched Picnic proceedings for scraps After dark pickings
progenitor fear loud ring in our ears warns this won't be no picnic
When I was very young I received a rubber band powered propeller plane. Not the cheap balsa wood models, but a smaller, lighter design. A light frame covered with very colorful cloth. I remember it as blue, orange, and yellow. After assembly I took it in the yard for its first flight. It soars and flies beautifully right through the open ventilation window under our back porch. The place where lumber, ladders, and spare building materials for my father's ever ongoing house repairs and unfinished renovations. I never found the plane; even when years later I cleaned that area out. From time to time I would search again and again. Where did it go? I still wonder to this day.
A Scroll Threw Life 