A STORY-VERSE (STERSE?)

Sorry, I lost URL of artist. If anyone knows it, 

please inform me. Thanks! It was in "DeviantArt"......

THE LINE FORMS HERE, PEEPS!

"Step right this way, 

to end of the line",

said the Peeps in charge.

Order, it prevails,

not what you'd think.

Double columns of people

stretching large and

far, to faraway parallels

like train rails we stood

around city blocks

Tic-tock, tic-tock,

hours, minute-molted.

Hearts simply sank...

some of us, frail,

might simply fail

to stay upright;

our goal

not yet

in sight.

Thousands slathering

before us, gathering

to cross the moat

and vote. 

Thus, the 2-3-hour wait,

our recent fate,

price for being late.

Slow march to destination,

we--all strangers--said "Hello",

settled into a quiet darkness...

began to "know" one another.

We discussed lives and loves,

friends, history, mothers,

mystery.

Eight in number, traveling

"family"-on-foot, braving cold.

Four for Barack, four for Mitt

we joked and laughed,

played and prayed.

Child said, "Hey man, you're old.

You go front and sit!"

I answered, "No thanks--

these, my new-found Peeps ,

I'll stay, stand my ground."

Yes, politics we discussed

friendly

briefly

so all save face.

And yes, laughed and played

--spiritual moments 

to know....

laugh.

play.

vibrate.

......vote!

LOVE and PEACE, Peeps!

--Steve E

NOTE: Next post I intend to write brief sketch 
of each Peep in the "Group of Eight" (above) 
while I remember them...before I do not--grin!