Waxing Poetic
Their focus is on Shanghai, the way
They’re bustling back, once again living for the day,
While our own beloved streets here in the USA
Apparently ringing of suffering and death? but why? is it because? - hey!
Look around, everywhere we’ve traveled they
Are out and about, people bathing in Pagosa Springs, the lay
Faithful are trying to pack the churches while women bring offerings and bursting red colored clusters of dried green chilies in Santa Fe,
And there is dancing in the streets in Durango, Silverton, and Ouray.
A penitent nation flies through the fiery rhymes of Alexander Hamilton
And Feser’s five, foolhardy proofs for God’s existence (making more sense now than before the pandemic).
Small crowds are gathering to sing the National Anthem,
Looking each other in the eyes and searching for an end to it.
Filipino food in Clovis, RVs, railroads, and cattlemen...
The country’s blazing back while the media’s waxing poetic - pathetic!
Gary Edward Geraci
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Erm, you've lost me, with this USA poem. lol.
I will do a UK one maybe - 'Tally ho. jolly hockey sticks, very spiffing, how-do-you-do old chap', etc!
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You familiar with English eccentricities? I dunno if I could trust your country's leadership. Could I trust someone with such a dodgy barnet (hairstyle)? lol.
Having known a dozen hale and hearty folks who are now unexpectedly dead, I agree we need to see an end to this but dancing in the streets like that is going to make it end is the callousness of the survivor who never looks back on the wreckage in his wake. And those pueblos in New Mexico have suffered from the failure of the rest of us.
Sorry for your loss jarcher54. This was more a poem of hope spurred by actual experiences while on vacation and against the liberal media’s narrative that the USA is lagging behind all others in recovering from COVID-19. Speaking of the Pueblos, we learned of the Ancestral Puebloans in Mesa Verde and their amazing knack at living within the cliffs there (not far from Durango, Colorado). The human species is resilient and will come out of this crisis stronger than before. I also personally believe in a wonderful, eternal afterlife and so this one (this life now), is but a temporary road trip to a far greater destination. Peace brother.
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