The days get longer,
through April and June and then,
they reach their longest.
Arthur King new post,
did not make the front page,
page six on the left.
The photo’s not clear,
it just looks like some lightning,
and lots of black clouds.
Several were hurt,
two died, but none can recall,
what really happened.
But the children do,
they saw the dragons up front,
and in their glory.
It started to rain.
just random heavy drops like dough,
making large patches.
The rain soon followed,
and dough drops turned to downpour,
and torrential rain.
It sent folks running,
to find cover and shelter,
trees aren’t any good.
What made them to come,
and where are the dragons now?
wondered Arthur King.
He polished his sword,
an old mighty fountain pen,
that writes like a dream.
And started a book,
a book of dragon and such,
and drew some pictures.
We must start somewhere,
a line, a scribble or sketch,
and then build from them.
