The Crow Flies
6/6/16
Seeing things from both sides
And copious amounts of smoke rise
With my own eyes
At times, I do not always know why
As the time continues to go by
And according to how the crow flies
Matter and molecules bended
And unexpected things occurred beyond being comprehended
Some of which were unprecedented
Not always was a helping hand lended
Nor was it splendid everytime it ended
Despite what was originally intended
Have some respect and manners
What good is delusions of grandeur?
Some can't even hunt or gather
See for yourself take a gander
And then you'll have your answer
Climbing ladders
My pockets getting fatter
Eyeing what it is I'm after
Before going faster
Amid the molecules and matter
Combining and starting to scatter
The bodies of water drying up or continuing to meander
The droplets splatter
Leaving areas damper
Conflict and slander
And reputations being hampered
Unhealthy obsessions leading to disaster
Out in the pasture
Near rocks of jasper
And flowers of aster
In the field of rye there is a catcher
There is an almost endless chatter
Until its drowned out by the sound of a tractor
Copyright © Dalton Ogletree | Year Posted 2017
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