In the hamlet, Harrow on the Hill,
Resided lumber-jack, Bill...

They seek not recognition,
only abolition...

A blue sky, cold and minty
scarred with fading wisps of jet fuel...

Crawl before you walk
little ones...

Spirited youth unbroken cultured on ringcraft of...
Rising to greet the elements. Praying infinitely...

They wear Armani suits, walk in Gucci shoes, hand...
Chauffeur driven limousines action like spies...

Begins as an apprentice gifted with enthusiam...
Each line carefully etched on his face by the true...

Turf cutters lonely they are not,
toiling in solitariness with endless rhythm...

Swan's preening,
Plafully turning and cleaning...