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By jwb71913 Date: 2003 Mar 25 Comment on this Work [[2003.03.25.03.45.904]] |
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Bring me the warmth, the light Early birds singing, evening chats on porch The racket of squirrels flirting in the roof The gentle warm rain, the burst of life Lure with sweet song and gentle breezes Away from the light box I've taken refuge in Fertility and love are evident all around me Oedipal in my desperation, I reach as babe to breast Sweet spring, child of Mother Nature, bring Hope to this weary man, life to this wasted battlefield Make fertile hayfields where the fights were fought Let my heart grow and my soul prosper once more It is time to spring ahead, to rise early and retire late Time to throw seed on rocky ground, and to watch the skies This time let it not become too hot, too quickly No late frost to wilt the early bloom Mother I ask too much, this field is a hell's half acre Too rocky and broken to sustain anything other Than bitter weeds and transient dandelions And provide home for the demons of the dark I have seen other fields less promising explode With new growth, color and beauty, hope and joy They become safe haven, refuge for life and love Dear Mother shine the light of your love on me |