29 July 2009

Where The Weeds Rule

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A slow start to a clear day
of pastel blue chorusing an
airy greeting; the sky shows
signs of warming though the
chill bites through


Where will we go today you
say knowing weeds declare
sovereignty – to wake the
soldiery I say, I must go
to war before it’s too late


A lost cause you say sotto
voce, but accompany me
bearing alms for the needy
it’s always too late to defeat
secession in weeds


And you are right, there in
the rows where the weeds
rule is sure sign peace exists;
they stand tall enough with
grace to endure
© 12 June 2009, I. D. Carswell