Help the Woodchuck
Help The Wood Chuck
blame it on the wilderness
through trees of Ever green nature
build up to falter with news due father
in busy problems to fester
shout to the Lord;
built on the driven belonging
savor another we caress the elder
the mere wood chuck left alone at night
a given pierced hand at night
lift to shelter among the basin pews
below we charge the hand that had dealt the pain...
Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2020
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