Poem To the Sun
a bone menagerie
gathered to greet the sun
the stalwart orb shines still
skyward ho, goes it's daily run
heating deserts by force
a steady predictable course
worshipped by the heathen
growing the garden of Eden
greetings to beasts and men
Le Soleil has returned again
hiding shyly by night
to return with hydrogen might
a furnace that whirls
shining on this turbid world
marking time without fail
pouring daylight into our pail
now the burrowing mole
scurrying half blind in a hole
rarely sees the sunlight
existing in nearsighted night
compare to the skylark
flying fro high above sunbeams
it's keen eyes hit the mark
scarcely caring a whit, it seems
I see the sunflower
receiving the beam of power
so well formed by the lathe
of the returning sun's faith
Copyright © John Bertin | Year Posted 2018
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