Monday: An Acrostic Poem

Manic thoughts slowly stir,timeless fogs yield

Only  you can stand  and fight on this  battlefield

No one else  will stand  your  corner  or fly  your  flag in disarray

Day will break  whether or  no you open your eye

Awake  face  your demons, scream at  them make  them fly.

Yell,rant it  will still be here, in all its horror. Another Monday.

Monday

 

 

Monday Came.

Chateau looks on the town

Monday came in  in  bright  and  blustery  with rain

Up late  because  sleep  was late  in  coming  again

Croissants hot  and  jammy  for  breakfast with  hot  coffee

The rain  stopped  and out  we  went  to  see  what  we  could  see.

 

Through  villages with  narrow  streets and old  ladies  shopping

Along  roads  so  long  and  straight it  had our  eyes  apopping!

Finally we reached  the Chateau   with  river running by

And  town below. We looked  around  and  time did  fly.

 

Rooms  full of  dead  animals  and  weapons, not  to our taste

Birds of prey, Deer, Elk, and  now extinct wolves, such a  waste.

Moving  swiftly on  we  find  better  rooms with  paintings

History  telling  it’s  story a family  going  back  down the years.

Vantage point

 

When  we finish  we  walk around  the  little  town

Searching  through nooks and crannies of  streets up  and down.

We returned after we had  seen all there  was  to  see

To  our haven  just in  time  for tea!