Sonnet

O happy town, that leaps to life again, With cars and trucks and people on the go, You have no need of base complaining men Who hold your triumph but a hollow show. Nay, vile they say it is, your tow'ring course, And must be stricken down for wolves and bears, And mindless acts of Mother Nature's force; Yea, mindless----bent design of all their prayers. Run forward, leap! and higher, stronger, grow; Exult with pride that you're the best on earth! Roar out your motors, sing along each street, Disdain the pits that dare to pull you low And climb above the clouds with all your worth. The weekend's past and "born again" is sweet.