no roof for reindeer

the celebrated sailing frog 
     from Montgomery County 
     went a court'n, or so the tale iz toad
to a grand ole mansion built around 1910, 
     and e'en 'pon 

     being razed ~2012 ah no dummy
     sea worthiness still plainly showed,
twas February 28th, 1968, 
     when my father 
     bought the house at 324 Level Road

majority deuce score plus nineteen years, 
     rush back with unfettered exuberant zeal  
this aging elf spent psalm tranquil 
     May days sung sotto voce 
     atop memorialized, prized, 

     shingled out, ship-shape valued, 
     venerated, vip voted faux vulgar demesne 
     "Glen Elm" named private 
     100+ acre wooded common weal

many a pitch perfect spring day 
     found yours truly 
     frankly basking atop the spacious roof
oft times begging the cosmic force 

     irrationally lyft ting this Earthlinked bing, 
     this uber dreamer 
     willingly taken with "poof"
(magic amazing dragons) 

     presuming my absence, 
     would not be missed and whereabouts 
     no cause for alarm, 
    but the usual antics of a contemplative goof

ball, and aware 
     a minor for hair (Sunkist) gold
Helios innocently beckoned, 
     this then sole Sol tanned 

     within the solar raised fold
surrendering while atop 
     the multi acred roof where any cold
melted away, whence became bathed 
    like a bronze statue of auld.

zip pose zing the weather forecast 
     donned wafted air
fragrant with flowered flora 
     visibility for miles 
     if ether crystal clear,

this high da way countless yards 
     off the ground presented flare
approximating pristine floral display 
     with powerfully poignant immunity 
     against cackling, jeering, scowling, 

     parents or other nemesis with glare
ring (smoke emitting nostrils), 
     an idyll escape for this heir
to the throne of the mountain king, 
     this make believe verdant submerged lair
unwittingly left a gaping hole,
 
     when Gambone Brothers 
     industrial machinery voraciously 
     made clean sweep, 
     without a trace of former imp pier
     real resilient stately structured heart 
     of "Glen Elm" could no longer rear

the well built when helplessly, holistically humbly 
     brought to her knees
     (gory detail aye will spare),
nonetheless more than one pearl shaped tear

trickled down chafed 
     sad reddened cheeks, 
     whose head must veer 
away asper thine subsequently 
     blotted out never never never land 

     eclipsed by transient rubble, 
     thence vinyl city (dis) graced sacred space, 
no doubt a great ache, 
     when Saint Nick sought
     sought in vain for 
     324 Templed throne every where!