” Dreams of The Sauntered State “
Catching that glare of the sliver of moon
It is felt like a lone silver wolf
A seen canvas that is made in travels
Felt by the artist as it moves with the brush
Along the fresh in scented tar and diesel cords
The orange filled sky of forest smoke made
Seen by the gazer crossing the trestle
Of views moving with solitude in dreams
Created with the sooty railed yard
With freckled pine lining old elevators
The boarders of brush giving a path
In marks of the scene made with time s . . . . .
BLaine Robert Parker
Date Written – July 20 , 2017 A.D.