Poem: Winds of verbenas.

So man is born to live his life,

along the brook to the plains of strife.

Oh I see,

the verbenas!

That flower breeches the soil, is nourished by the rain to the vigor that is gained by the sun and there it is on wain.

Now how can it be that seeds so free make transport for harbor?

Across the seas the transplant of thee,

Or is it all for fodder?

Now time will tell of the liberty bell of the crack that is so famously symbolic.

Is it that the crack may divide a Republic? Or is it that the crack is merely the strain that fuels the strife which makes the Republic stronger?

Oh I see,

the brook meandering across the plains and the winds they gust across the new American wain,

these seeds of liberty uplifted and transplanted by God's good grace.

Seeds scattered across the plain as far as the eye can see to the horizon.

Oh I see,

it's an entire field,

filled with wild and free verbenas.

by Mike M.
http://taxmemore.blogspot.com
Written: Thursday July 1st, 2010.