Dr Abe V Rotor
Father and Son in a flood light seeping
in a make believe scene,
a fantasy world looking real as imagined,
only by the inner eye seen.
Sit on a Galapagos Isle among marine iguanas;
be the child Darwin, the naturalist,
while others in gay and abandon miss the essence
of Nature's secret of love and peace.
they're good only for looking back;
so with the cradle, only by memories may rock,
for it's springtime for growing up,
yonder the hills, fields and meadows lies
a road to walk on and never back.
Tell the owl your secrets;
a girl no more with no regrets;
wise as you think it so,
wish your dreams come true.~
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