The Wisdom of the Sundial
I only tell of sunny hours...
for they are all I know.
To speak of winds, I would be vain
to guess which way they blow.
I will not try to gauge the rain.
How silly would I look!
The tides? the moon? to plant, or not?
Best check the farmer's book.
. . .
The sundial speaks of what she knows
of all else she is quiet.
I could be spared so many woes,
if only I would try it!
February 18, 2019
Sundial Wisdom Poetry Contest
Sponsor, Julia Ward
Copyright © P.S. Awtry | Year Posted 2019
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