Best and worse.

Enter the tree of pink petals

The branded fall on to your

Little shadow of days begin

Days long and days done to

Days undone long and short

Crossed my silly dial still I 

Ponder the will of chide and

Persuasion to other clasped 

Leaders in varying directions 

We’re their obsession known

The search to where fallen our

Patriots pen or freedom in one

Hand the other burst the peril

Reaching down and out gaining 

The only treasure left to cheer

Or call the ending dare think once 

A thing back home bit odd seems 

By guard and gruel tone spoken

The wooden features worry time

The name still clearly says a thing

Something else so not mentioned 

I select legend and meat in mouth

High the green wood pristine lifts

Wines of lower grapes clear the bar

Bring the roaring clearest or rum

Of English pubs of tales begun in

Lower caves the waiting games on

The storms that called the sea to land 

That turned to white brought to naught 

Stayed none the night keep but brave on

The year in toe first to last the race said

Rang on years range of thought to books

Of best to worse still exist shelf to nose.