06-04-2013, 08:15 PM
Poem IX
A lifted life of leisure
I walk with you in ways
I never could have imagined
While toiling those dusted plains.
We sought, heft hard
To pass our tide,
Often falling short.
The good lord takes his due
In vengeance,
Through nature’s dyer part.
The farmland that we claimed
Infested stock did not sustain
To quell our hungry hearts
Or bleed our restless souls.
As passions of the past
Are buried
In the bowels of cemetery graves.
In defense of man,
The land was heaven sent.
Yet,
Had I foreseen
Such gaunt misery,
Might I'd riddled these plains
Over more western land?
But now I stand
A leisure man of means
Bred up by coarse poverished hands
It is what exhaled me.
Not given to the dandy,
Or Shirley Temple girls
Stoic laborers, we gave our chance
That wilted world we weaned.
The grand city-scape
Our venture called
With a chance we could redeem.
Not by happenstance,
Our skills stood strong
To serve to building masses.
Poring foundations of concrete
Lapsed our family from entrapment;
The dusted fields I jest upon
Wafts my past away.
A lifted life of Lesure,
How I pass my time
Today.
A lifted life of leisure
I walk with you in ways
I never could have imagined
While toiling those dusted plains.
We sought, heft hard
To pass our tide,
Often falling short.
The good lord takes his due
In vengeance,
Through nature’s dyer part.
The farmland that we claimed
Infested stock did not sustain
To quell our hungry hearts
Or bleed our restless souls.
As passions of the past
Are buried
In the bowels of cemetery graves.
In defense of man,
The land was heaven sent.
Yet,
Had I foreseen
Such gaunt misery,
Might I'd riddled these plains
Over more western land?
But now I stand
A leisure man of means
Bred up by coarse poverished hands
It is what exhaled me.
Not given to the dandy,
Or Shirley Temple girls
Stoic laborers, we gave our chance
That wilted world we weaned.
The grand city-scape
Our venture called
With a chance we could redeem.
Not by happenstance,
Our skills stood strong
To serve to building masses.
Poring foundations of concrete
Lapsed our family from entrapment;
The dusted fields I jest upon
Wafts my past away.
A lifted life of Lesure,
How I pass my time
Today.