Straining- thinking too hard for something that's so easy
I had to look up from the
forest floor to find my way
Though, lost in marvel,
my eyes "did" want to stay
Across the forest floor
decay danced with birth
Circled rings within grain
measure years of worth
My pace raced through a
forest of thought, save face
Unraveling roots traced and
laced with leaf lay waste
Thorn and vine thickets
gave chase to slowed pace
With newly lifted eyes
I see where I've been, was,
and am
Yet this parcel strains
In vain where it stands
To Hear Ears Are Straining
After both of my ears again were straining;
Heard Barr experienced obedience training.
And he must,
Have to adjust;
Down on him Trump's power will be reigning.
Jim Horn