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the poet road
A Poet Road
Now that it is hot and the sun has turned from
a warm friend to a raging enemy, what did I say
to make it so burning hot?
I`m up early and drive around, stopping and take
pictures of growing plants before the rampant
sun makes them lose all colors.
Then, before I knew it was ten o’clock time to
sit indoors watching the miserable news
and trivial entrainment programs.
The bushfires of terror are something we have to
live with until we learn to clear the undergrowth
and when needed...brutally weed.
I’m thinking of a man who has a small field of
the greenest vines, every day he tends lovingly
his bushes, you see, we should not be too kind.
On the other hand, we cannot poison the land
with pesticides to save a plant we like and
forgetting that all life has its place.
Copyright ©
Jan Hansen
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