threat or promise we desire the rain
to fill our parched cracked empty hearts
this is our vision and we see it plain
there's nothing for which we want to strain
lethargy weighs down all human parts
threat or promise we desire the rain
on river's edge we see the nesting crane
after soft prey with alacrity it darts
this is our vision and we see it plain
at night we seek the stars of charles's wain
their brightness is so clear it almost smarts
threat or promise we desire the rain
we fight for justice with full might and main
and find it sold for threepence in the marts
this is our vision and we see it plain
life carries on between joy and pain
survival is the plainest of all arts
threat or promise we desire the rain
this is our vision and we see it plain
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
30 March 2007
the deepest of wishes
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