Sloshing through a grassy freshet,

Lisa brings her whopping hatchet. 

Chopping through, chopping through,

Wet and crippled, warm and rippled.

Breezy summer, stormy sunset

Hunger, chewing, reigning, straining, tire!

Needing dewing, searching, feeding, mire!

Power through, power through,

Gusty, twilight, sandy inlet, 

golden, moisten, boldly glisten. 

Sandy chills, their lust, they freeze and breeze her, brightly.

Airy blossoms gust, they tromp a misting, lightly

seeding nature to the channel’s building, thrusting.  

Mold and pollen feed these flannel waters, lusting.  

Distant winds advise the howling, brackish laughter. 

Lisa craves the silence that she’s after. 

Power through, power through,

freedom, weary, wild flowers

Lisa pictures sudsy boxy lox in stock.

She hungers for a broody, muddy, moody, middle of a bagel. 

Maybe it’s too bold or mostly hot or toasty. 

Sure, she’s coldly scalding gold and balding breading. 

But she dreams of cravings for the goopy inners. 

Hunger passes coldly, now she travels boldly.  

Power through, power through,

Pastures, muddy, breezes, pollen

Freshly severed grass endeavored

Gales are spinning, dander winning

Loving, freshened, never sinning 

Linen tossed, she lays on blades a languish

Living waves awash, and food asunder. 

Misting, tumbling, pitching, twitching, thunder.  

Power through, power through,

Needing satin, safety, fatten. 

Gusty, torrent, feet are squishing, saving, sopping

Getting home, a fire, warming, slamming, stopping

Fish, they dream, mosquitoes scheme and splinter, cower

Muddy puddles swallow shoes, so sticking, sour.

Running and tripping, she seems to be slipping and

Needing remission, but loosing cohesion and fastening. 

Forage erection, resisting destruction, adhesive and

Tension bring Lisa redemption and

Power through, power through,

Home is her home is her home.