Knuckle Heights Poem by Ander Greigon

Tell my stories were beyond,
Any natural on land
Wings of love would dig a pond;
Gray and worry sings the planned

Wish with all my honesty
Kind and holy; maturity
Sign were fast to hollow be:
Sure to all humanity

Bind the love and sincere feast
On the pane of render heist
Shout the vast on lonely brass:
Watch would all the finest has

Sound and never dignity
Plaught and under shy and blee:
Boast would not be piping quee
Rush and very awesome gee

Six of every greatest ways
Was not enough to borrow frush:
Sons were not the reason crush
Reef and colors rapid clause

Stoop and rally through a spite
Leads to hurry bumpy sight;
Swamp and clusters order right
But with also ghastly fight.