Hannah

Across the green pansied, fumed of flower Spanced lawn,
is Carried Hannah.... oh, her white Silk Gowns untorn.
The Knight upon his noble Steed of Black-
he rides..... with the Queen of Angels.....
Hannah on his Steeds Strong back.

Her laces are so to Say intertwirled.....
With the Knights bold heart, Hannah encurled;
in a Grip more heavenly, than hellish, to him than ever.....
A Great Dragon could do with its Strength to devour.....

Oh, Hannah..... his thoughts were of yesterday.
when you Acknowledged him, Riding through that......
that prairie bright, perfumed day.
Now his gallant effort to you...... you best deprived;
Ignoring his true pull, for he was but a noble to a Queen;
you Cast him out and aside.

So Great Queen Hannah, oh Beauty you see.
why, your Affair..... Gallant though the Great Knight.....
well.... he true.... most certainly be!
That all your efforts to act as such a preformed Queen
Your Orders to the Knight.... were ungladly seen.
Forever Still does his Gallantry grow.....
Now- oh, Away! oh, away from thee!

    7/19/91