Part 3.

Awakening from his dreams,

Gunthor walked until he could walk no longer.

He thought of all those things

She mentioned that he longed for.

So Gunthor sauntered solemnly

Upon the railroad tracks south,

Mentally prepared to pollen-leave,

To float on winds to a new red brick house.

And his only friend woke up at morn,

Thinking of everything but his southbound man,

Made breakfast followed by mother’s scorn,

And left for work to toil with monotonous hands.