A gift for a gift

Jan 27, 2008 21:29


good_ol_don had some happy news yesterday.  And since I'm in a creative place right now,
I thought I'd dedicate something I just wrote to the new person coming into his life.

Child of the green earth.  Singing your young songs
Seed of the future, planted in the rich soil
Dream your harvest dreams, Fruit still on the vine.
Blossom still open, ground unmarked by toil.

Prospserity yields, in the fullness of time
all treasures, all goods.  Everything of worth
from Biology.  Flesh to think, to eat,
Every embrace, every thrill, Immortal through birth.

We pass this charge on.  Each yields to the next
The child of labor is the seed, the dream.
That what is in us of value endures.
In time's endless plain.  We are life. A stream.

poetry

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