there are some truths we know deep in the bone
that we find out are really not quite true
there's nothing really awful in the view
but suddenly we're fearful and alone
machinery provides a steady drone
to silence voices of the angry crew
each longs for sunlight sparkling in the dew
when we were young and fear was an unknown
the hero's not the one who does great deeds
but one who does their job day after day
ignoring all the weather every cloud
comes here in answer to our deepest needs
whether or not we choose to beg and pray
and all comes swiftly and now very loud
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
29 August 2007
promise of rain
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