Wednesday, July 30, 2014

a child's verse

'consider the birds'
   are among the words
   that carry me thru my day
their homes without door
   built by those made to soar
   with ne'er a mortgage to pay

our sticks and stones
   hide broken bones
   and ne'er do the passers see
the joys and the sorrows
   that humankind borrows
   behind doors in want of a key

we earthen jars
   in earth-bound cars
   traverse the asphalt sea
converging and merging
   consuming and purging
   while 'consider the birds' is the plea

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