Inconsiderate gardener, Granted open proviso, Writ in time And translated to comfort, What trepidation Is your greatest pride? Ruin and ruin, The rising tide Brings the fish closer, But ruins the view Of the march Of the inevitable hotel. Forgotten fealty, Mother nourishes yet, Though she be beaten, Bound or broken, Bent and burnt… Our barbarous brotherhood. We stretch too sharp a hand, And too much is cut. We tread too heavy the boot, Leaving but dust in our track. Gone the gentle seedsman, Victim of urban cowboy macho disease. Deviated caretaker, Conscripted and contained, Out of time, Out of options, What dismay Pays you best? Cliff Lake 11/14/2023 Copyright © Clifford Lake 2023
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