Guest guest Posted June 30, 2002 Report Share Posted June 30, 2002 two feet on the ground, two eyes looking forward. walking stick in hand on a clear crisp autumn morning in early spring. Sunlight dapples and burns off the dew from the foliage. life awakens amoung the sleepy deadwood of last year speaking of change, war cannot last, nor fire or famine feast or bliss saddness or angst even the blue moon passes to come some other time.. seen by eyes defined by travels. content, two eyes looking forward two feet on the ground. if the grass is high, it is time to mow, if the computer has blue-screened, its time to reload Windows. if the child is crying, its time to hug him. if the lover is moony-eyed, its time to join him. if the river runs polluted, it is time to sue the poluter. two eyes looking forward, two feet on the ground. its time to move.... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 1, 2002 Report Share Posted July 1, 2002 Nice poem. , "Debora A. Orf" <dorf01@m...> wrote: > if the computer has blue-screened, > its time to reload Windows. Or get an Apple... > its time to move.... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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