This is a story of a wandering notion, A thought of glory, thundering in emotion, Shuddering as a quarry, deep with commotion, Clinging to life, fluttering, leaping of devotion. How the bliss squandered was lesson learned, Miss pine wander, it churned, the wind of these parts was earned. Now the kiss of the past, pondered and yearned, Hiss, whine, maunder, now spurned, my heart had now turned.