In the beginning there was dust
And we rose from the dust like ants
We found old houses in old little towns
We built new houses to shield the old,
We played in the dust; with the dust
We made friends from the friends of our parents
And enemies from the enemies of our parents.
The world around us changed
And yet remained unchanged.
As we grew older
People died and others came;
The towns are still unchanged.
Let the sun shine on weary faces
Of working men and pregnant wives
Let the sun shine on faces
Of children in the dust and children on the desks.
Let the sun shine shining
On eyes of lazy cats
And dogs in the garbage
And goats in their sheds
And pigs, in their mess
And the flowers in the church.
Let the sun shine shining
On spinning dolphins far away
Let, let the sun shine shining
On town folks that never knew
Or heard the name Michelangelo
Let, let the sun shine shining.
There is a huge oak tree
(maybe it's not an oak after all)
In the middle of a field
Where I ran a marathon race once
With friends from early school
The shade was a comfort from the sun
The wind always started there
In the branches of an oak
(that might not be an oak after all)
Dried logs sometimes fell
From the odd oak, perhaps
And the wind blew on
Felling logs and rising dust
Into our eyes.
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Comments3
I like it. Nice story telling with a super last verse. I especially liked the use of repeating the ( that might not be an oak after all) which made me smile a lot (still smiling).
Thanks a lot
Lovely imagery. Great poem
Thank you Saxon
The glory of life created from dust is a wonderful way to think of life. Good words.
Andy
Thanks Andy
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