Haymaking Sunshine and rain Brave one who Hops onboard Riding forward While others gather Receiving stores Bailing and loading Sundried piled high Wheat and straw For each living thing In community Out of rain Hoping greenness Had gone away Save spontaneous Combustion
Meanwhile few Content with Love's gleanings Slim pickings On the fringe Taking only What they need To feed or bake Wheaten loaf For family roast Horse or goat Stave off hunger Together For one more day
In the hey daze they believed Love is all you need Offspring of starched Apron generation A leaf out of a book Cruel to be kind Post migration Preceded by a silent - Exclamation -
All we see is HMV Flapper dress hair Glitz and flare Through movies eyes We hypnotize My conflagration Of X, Y's, Z's and I Digital pinnacle to climb Steadily insisting We are living in Unprecented times This is my generation
Seeking inspiration With glowing eyes Yet the sweetest find Is in your smile
So simplistic were the rhymes
Of my childhood
Aesop and Mother Goose
Taught me how to be good
Kind and wise
Avoid Miss-Understood
Yet, they did not share with me
In black and white ink
How to dare to care
When life is on the brink
Of falling in and down
Afraid there is no settling
The nesting and pruning
Of love birds in tune
With one another
Humdrum forgetting
Singing, fanning plumage
Making room
If you should find a lover
Try to keep her hand
But if lost remember -
Not to weep for
The Summer nights
On a cold, dark night
in June.