A poem for Ken
For Ken Kesey
Toodle-de-Oodle played the cow's horn,
the Goats sailed free, the Farmer is gone.
With Visage all swarthy, A True Man of the Deck,
we lost us a Card, a Joker, by heck!
Gravity slowed, Neal and Jack swam alongside,
and the smiling, beaming, Fair Lad, in the water he dived.
Goodbye said We All, with tears in our eyes,
we'll miss you Ken Kesey, for all of our lives.