Oh, Mayflower, dear Mayflower so strong and so...
From England you shipped them safe, pilgrims and...

Piled high the boxes reach
to brush against the ceiling...

You feed me breadcrumbs,
stale and unappetising...

Pumpkin scented air
carries promise of candy...

On restless feet she wanders
through the garden of her life...

I’ll build a castle in the air
for you and me alone to share...

Innocence of form
belies the cimmerian shades...

Cobwebs glisten with dew
As morning sun wakes...

Becalmed atop a mirrored sea
the storm has passed...

She stands amid the chanting mass
crushed on all sides like a pebble between...

The ache never leaves,
a constant reminder...

Summer in a single bite
that lingers in the mouth...