My Pictures
I have my pictures and my poetry
my maps of ancient times and my books
In a world gone mad with murderous chaos
Yet everyday-clever with culture and seductive technologies
My poetic heart beats strongly with the love of the people that
surround me
My children and their children; the children of friends
and the friends of children
I cherish them, like the bees that swarm around
a flower-bed... I sit and await their notice
needing their attention and their movement
to confirm my reality
As I ponder the winds of time
Copyright © Jesse Clark | Year Posted 2013
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