House on the hill barricaded by brick, placed in 1981.
Sheltered by the flood, but bound and bathed
With the anguish of the mourning there.
Mostly by the caretakers of the children,
And then too the children as they grow older.
But they swore never to be like them, and that they would move away.
Across state lines in houses shielded by a sea of forest.
They would stay in touch, but just enough to get away with it.
Just enough to stay out of the mouths of those they ran from.
But close enough to not feel guilt for cutting ties.
One day that house won’t be ours.
It will return to the hill as it was made,
And remain a living relic in the stories we tell, and in our hearts.
Not for the suffering it kept shut inside,
But for the nesting it provided, and the memories that took the shape of us.
Humans are supposed to be, Mother Nature’s caretakers
but it seems like, they just want to be undertakers
as all of our breeding, increases human population
that only leads to, Mother Nature’s destruction
Humans have become like, bacteria in a petri dish
forever spreading, with so much, human density
like being in a fishing net, just wanting one wish
to get out of this place, the human rat race
Within every tree lay a spirit,
the sprite that cares for it.
Feeding, watering, nurturing it,
ss if it were its’ own offspring.
The hidden caretaker spirit
that endures within the wood
echoing a tree’s elation
at it’s own existence as it
revels in the gentle caress of Mother Earth.
Tiny faeries in snapdragon beds,
crying, wailing to be fed,
on the nectar brought by bees,
from the nearby hills of green.
Tiny newborns with great hair,
will learn to walk, with great care.
They’ll flit and fly to worlds unseen,
by human eyes, when they are weaned.
They’ll grow to care for all the flowers,
while they live in invisible towers.
Deep within an emerald wood,
these tiny faeries, will do much good.
Though beware, don’t interfere,
or they’ll be forced to bring a tear.
Faerie folk must do their duty,
to bring out Spring’s enchanting beauty.
Friends and family allow you to see
your strengths and faults, through sympathetic eyes;
and never waver, should you disagree.
Even subjected to the third degree;
standing steadfast, they will not compromise:
friends and family allow you to see
Offering unflinching support for free,
they rejuvenate and revitalize:
and never waver, should you disagree.
They applaud your accomplishments with glee,
things that others tend to trivialize:
friends and family allow you to see.
Caretakers of your heart, they hold the key,
to unlock the virtues they recognize:
and never waver, should you disagree.
Pushing you to be all that you can be,
they even defend your outrageous lies.
Friends and family allow you to see,
and never waver, should you disagree.
Nature endows us with gifts
hoping we'll not be spendthrifts.
She warns us to be aware
her balance we might impair.
Must end all destructive ways
for we are the caretakers
to make sure her future days
become history makers.
May 29, 2018
~3rd Place~
Contest: Nature - Eight Lines
Sponsor: Joseph May
Rules: 8 lines, 7 syllables per line
Rhyme Scheme - AABB CDCD
We are caretakers, acting like a virus.
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