Seek, my friend, the Son of Man.
Screen the sun, or roast like ham.
The Son can heal and save you if you ask.
The sun can peel and kill you if you bask.
Life or death upon demand.
Choose life and seek the Son of Man.
By C. Rantley (My first attempt at a pome. Hope y’all like it. Sincerely, Cousin Chaff)
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Alone in the Rockies.
Gloryteller 
Jun 27, 2011 @ 23:09:02
You say the nicest things, Chaff. I’ll take some of that whipped cream on fresh summer berries, too! Thank you.
Jun 28, 2011 @ 09:42:02
You make me smile and i’m proud to say that contrary to popular misconception i do have all my teeth hahaha. 😀
(PS if that didnt sound like me, my lovely wife Millie Jean helped me write that. Thank you MJ)
Jun 27, 2011 @ 17:42:05
Great pome! Full of truth and humor. Blessings to you, Chaff. Give my regards and blessings to Len.
Jun 27, 2011 @ 21:47:51
Miss Carol Ann, we appreciate your faithful, encouragin’ friendship. I’m glad you liked that POEM ( I need to use that spellin’ check thang more) and you bein’ one of the finest poets in all the Wide World Web, you are. I’ll pass the msg. and wish you heaps of blessin’s like whipcream on fresh summer berries!
C<