Faye Sizemore


Dreaming of chasing an evil man
Through the turbaned clans
Awakening in the purple sands
Upon some scenes not so grand
Marching came people hand in hand
A poorly assorted rag tag band
trekking across the hot purple sand
Blindly trudging as only the seeing can
In the sky a sun that had shown so pink
was waning and now starting to sink

I asked these men of lavender hue
Where was this place, if one of them knew
‘We know not’ one of them haltingly said
‘We have only gone where we were lead
To our leaders we have been true
but we are not sure if even they knew’
and he paused to let me through
for I was trekking the purple sands too
never seeing the giant mushroom just out of view