Along the Road: Day Twenty`Two

Lauren Lee – City of Tempe

At eventide
by the fire`side
the dreamer sang
a song about five birds
fleeing a drought
by flying north
over a river

In the fields
lay ample grain
for a world of birds
only the farmer feared
their gain as his loss
he shot them all
but this one

“I know every bird of the mountains,
      And everything that moves in the field is mine.
 If I were hungry I would not tell you,
      for the world and all that is in it is mine.” ~ Psalm 50:11-12


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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7 Responses to Along the Road: Day Twenty`Two

  1. you touch the ugly with a tender hand

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