There is beauty Look for it Where is the horizon? Lost in the haze It is foggy Wind is blowing Great limbs shaking Pollen and seeds are flying Grass is growing Covering well the ground Greening up nicely The mower gave out New one obtained Battery operated Faint shadows give Hope for the sun The sky is blue, light White and gray Lake waters ripple Birds are quiet Nature dominates We have no say Can only endure While the vipers Rape the citizens Taking their money We call ourselves lucky Having heat and water As well as food There are many staggering On the streets of the cities No home or shelter They survive somehow Huddle together Keep small fires in pails The wealthy are bothered Their neighborhoods are Looking trashy This is not pretty Conditions exist For many reasons Addictions, loss of jobs, Lack of qualifications Illegal immigrants Will we learn? There is a rule of law Nature is above this Acts on its own Animals survive Instinctively They are safe and Mostly stay quiet Still beauty prevails Paths through the woods Pastoral scenes Running brooks Artists tremble Wishing they could Capture this on canvas We stay quiet and wait Our time will come To have a say in This mixed up world Stanski July 8, 2022, ^
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Steve Haarman 