Photo credit: Betty Champagne
Sad, I am, about the rage that rains.
Sad, I am, that we remain in pain.
Sad, I am, at the stark untruth.
Sad, I am, at the lack of couth.
Sad, I am, that some still hate.
Pray, I do, that it’s not too late.
What silly substance seals your engine
While it lubricates your brakes,
Also keeps your hands from burning
And won’t stick to baking cakes?
What magic metal polymer
Helps to make your dry flies float
All while doing double duty
Shedding raindrops from your coat.
When it’s in its other form
A partner at both work and play
This stuff makes computers work
And lets you use your phone all day.
You can’t escape this silly stuff; it’s always within easy reach
In every sky high satellite and under foot on every beach.
From snowy Vermont woods
To sunny shores of Venezuela,
From Rain soaked Thai jungles
To bone dry sands of Arizona,
From mountains to beaches,
From Virginia to Hawaii,
Along the bank of the Blue Danube,
And many places in between,
These eyes have seen much,
This heart has soared and broken,
But mostly these feet have slogged.
Sunlight may warm you
As long as the daylight lasts;
Kind words: lasting warmth.
When chaos blossoms
In varicolored riots
Springtime spirits bloom