It is so very tricky

To do things picky

In a way to shine

With all that's fine



Some works for some

Others see it quite numb

Time is all it really takes

To understand the quakes



And to follow the allure

Of many things quite sure

Something we can all do

If we stay away from blues



And focus on the intent

Which is a strong bent

Towards the big picture

Of inspiration mature



Getting it all across

To everybody is a loss

Some souls will see

It's all quite free ...



Others will ride high

On a horse to the sky

Where they'll look down

Wearing their big frowns



Which hide much dirt

They felt, then shirked

Instead of focusing on

The feelings in song



Most of which are there

To make you stop and stare

And thence to tarry awhile

To allow the broad smiles



To form on your cheeks

As you absorb the peaks

Gathered in the words

You've not yet heard



But are here for your read

And if you choose to need

Printed copies of it all ...

Then all you need do is call



Or send in the your request

By e-mail, or snail-mail best

And you will have it in front

Of you so you can then hunt



Through it at your own leisure

And enjoy all of the pleasure

Which is here without measure

Then, you will own - the treasure.



Christopher W. Thomas

8:10am Tues 1/6/98