Second Time Gods

🔘🔘🔘🔘🔘🔘🔘🔘🔘🔘🔘🔘🔘🔘 Clyde and I chapt. 9

Clyde and I

Chapter 9

The great tree steadily bent toward the ground

Then it crashed with a humongous sound

The earth rumbled, fumbled and shook

Somehow increasing the size of a wee little brook

Until it became a major stream out of control

Which washed away Clyde and I who were out for a stroll

Although I tried to catch a branch with my hand

We were both swept across the wild of wilderness land

Both being battered, hammered bashed and bruised

About whichever direction, neither was able to choose(d)

Having us swept steadily, speedily down to the sea

Until far offshore Clyde desperately reached out for a tree

Where great waves continuing to further batter and bash

Which had a bare broken branch giving my arm a great gash

Leaving a blood trail while we floated further offshore

Having us concerned the blood would attract Barracuda and more

But were relieved when a sudden cross current took us ashore

Where we were deposited on a distant tropical shore

That incoming tide had thrown us high up on the beach

Safe again, (or was that just a figure of speech)

We found that we’d landed on a far-off tropical isle

Where warm sunlight brought from us each, a rewarding smile

Then, like a miracle, a gorgeous Wahine brought breadfruit and poi

Which from even Clyde, brough a thankful neigh of joy

In addition, Clyde gave her a deep look and another neigh

With that understanding lady knowing he was neighing for hay

Because we had arrived by sea, they considered us to be Gods

Even though back home we were just two ordinary dumb sods

But today (please stifle your groan)

We are now worshiped as would be Gods on a tropical throne

We had been as kings once before

Which we recalled as Clyde searched once more outdoor

 

 

Author's Note

apologies