Oh my this is going to be fun! From my morning solitairy letter tile crossword I shall produce a poem. It will be fun to see what they become; meaningful or amusing. They shall be in any case.
That jitter of youth vies for position,
in the verdant dale,
in tents cast along the vein of gold.
Time jets across the earth and eyes
unable to hold the gaze
sense telomeres wear
to frazzled end.
Bright pavilions turn loden.
In this valley of Spring,
quo the oxen tires.