The wild flower floated in the wave of the field
And the bountiful rains brought a bountiful yield
And the mouse without shelter to the eagle appealed
Have some grain, please refrain, I don’t wish to be killed
Do you quiver and quake at the thought of a crowd?
Do you find just the thought to be unbearably loud?
Where can you hide? In the mist of a cloud?
Where can you address your fears and still remain proud?
When the moon over incoming waves light the bay
The ebb strikes the flotsam with undulating delay
You can hear a distinction in a colorless way
That you’d miss in the bustling clear light of day
Where a fool finds a penny and considers it joy
Where the west finds the kidney, the east finds the soy
Plant your wish underground and consider the ploy
To add shadow to light via special envoy
Escape on the heels of the sounding brass horn
Retreat to the meadow of sweet silky corn
Find your peace on this fine and most fashionable morn’
For this greatness, my love, you were most surely born!
By Royce Waxenfelter
6/14/17
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