Prophecy, Friday February 28, 2007
The wide-winged hawks that glide the wind
are cheered by little boys
whose parents huddle by the fire
as if they had a choice.
But times are tough, the drought moves in
as cattle eat hills bare.
Pandemic flu slows elders down
but they still have time to care.
On sunny days we turn the soil
with ashes, leaves and rinds.
February adds a day this year:
a chance to clear our minds
so overwrought with changing times
we’re scared before seeds grow
we’ll have to move the family
if the mortgage lays us low.
Pa said he was a little tike
the last time money soured.
I know I’m spoiled, and caught unmasked
with no wheat to flour.
We send out signals to our friends
and even to our foes.
We’re here to help, if you can work
then join us in our woes.
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