A Poy-em For Thebby

[Mortimer]

BEHOLD:




My heart is fond of things so free

It floats to them as does the bee

But somehow I feel wanting

My heart seeks more than just the sea



What is it... keeps me haunting

What keeps my task so daunting

I must raise my thoughts up high

There I will go jaunting



Way up in the sky

The meridian marker makes me sigh

For I look above

And I do see with my own eye


The painting of my love

The sainting due the dove

For I view the celetsial nebula

And my heart fills with Thebula




And no one knows by where I go

And no one knows by where I go






by Mortimer Dexter Foxworthy







I bow