Murals

Dungeons, heroes, an army of     DRAgons.....                 

Roaring and soaring, flexing their talons.        

Evermore, Fall oranges and reds.

Are these from– the factory Head? – the
MuraL on The Wall ?

They’re flowing and growing, filling with rain;

With STRENGTH to b - -- r- -- e- -- a - -  ---k    depression’s last vein –

Enduring boredom, hardship, trepidation, and pain.



The bold batch of colors BIND and unwind, displaying –

MY MuraL,  on MY Wall.
 

Cruel waves and harsh foam rip on my finish –

But NEver will my resolve diminish.

And soft shores   of WHITE and    broad lands of green –

Will dampen  and dry for my wall’s new sheen.

They are, and will always be, cu rling, u n  f   u r    l    i    n   g ,                      

My    snowballing Mural,  my ever-e  x  p   a     n     d     i    n   g   wall.