Category: Poetry

MONDAY: Pioneer

BY JOHN GREY

Copyright is held by the author.

Who but the promiscuously insane ignore the landscape?

And if you had no more than a meagre understanding
of language, mathematics and astronomy

but a worthwhile pick and shovel.
And the ground was beneath you.

And you had seed in one pocket.
And a raincloud in the other.

Your sanity would be assured.

In spring when stalks pierce the shallow soil.
In summer, as crops bloom in one great golden blush.
In fall, when the harvesting decapitates field after field
of willing victims.

Slough off those lowdown mortgage blues.
Click the heels in an old country dance.

The earth is a great teacher.
And there’s nothing like learning
what you know already.