Month: November 2025

• The Crazed Pilgrim

  

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  Sun on crinkled golden leaves

  The grass is lemon-yellow

  The sky is pure blue

  I can’t believe it is November

  October hid and dashed away

  Thanksgiving will soon make its way to the table

  And the pilgrims will carve up turkeys with axes

  And one of them might get a little crazy

  Someone spiked his cranberry juice

  And Pilgrim No. 1 hollers a death cry

  Like some crazed Capitol Hill crasher

  And Bill Bixby is sitting out in the woods

  He senses something is going terribly wrong

  Screaming pilgrims come streaming out of the picturesque white farmhouse

  Pilgrim No. 1 in chase

  Hollering like a madman with axe overhead

  Then an arrow pierces his chest

  Right at the point of his heart

  A Native American on a hill

  Has strung his bow and fired

  And the pilgrims stop running and worship him

  And he looks down upon them and speaks

  “Go back to where you came from.”

  

  By

  Aaron Echoes August

• The Winter King

  

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  Embers remember the coach light

  And there, a pale December sun

  Beckons the black birds to rise

  To carry a crown to the new winter king

  A pin drop calls his name

  The lands are that quiet

  The restless spirits that roam the hills and valleys

  Take cautious steps from the other side

  Wishing wells glow to light their way

  Toward another endless and wandering day

  

  By

  Aaron Echoes August