Through Faint Majestic Windmill Fields Poem by Kevin Patrick

When after all is said and done
And all the battles lost and won
The dust will rinse the valley clean
With our Laments that howl reign


Now Sunday’s moods know longer wear
Its Lethe weight with an attics lair
We’ll piper up with misty spirits
In Tabaco trance childe mischief

We’ll take a toast to all our friends
That Time has paid with hours spent
And linger on with kinky breath
Like some beached whale that’s drunk with death

But see the flowers grow in May
And watch the Warblers kiss by Day
The sun looks like an orange peeled
Through faint majestic windmill fields