Sunshine very bright I sit down to write Still early in the day Chipmunks chasing in play A Red Squirrel jumps around Trees are there but it likes ground In the woods beams of light Brings out undergrowth it highlights The trees are tall None are perfect and They intertwine with each other Some have dead branches And other natural scars Lichen grows and glows on the bark Nature plays its music Taking you on a dreamy trip We humans grow and intertwine Get in each other’s way at times Have imperfection and broken limbs Not being perfect we commit our sins We freeze; swelter; show up for more Isn’t that how life should be? If it’s good for you then also for me A world in peace; can’t you just see But this is denied by the need to control The barking of orders, repeatedly, Which are bound to fail with an end Result which seems like hell No one rises and chances to rebel This may bring death; incarceration The press is silent; no one can tell A state of equal misery in which to dwell So we must take a different route No feats or heroism do we tout Silence in leading is the thing Listen – the liberty bell’s ring The answers are clear, but It is the implementation Like the trees; we must grow To make a strong nation Remove the imperfections Cut the dead limbs When this is accomplished We can live free again Stanski July 19, 2021 ^
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Steve Haarman 