Post by AquarianM on Sep 19, 2003 at 12:30am
Off Our Butts And Out Where It's Pretty:
Time to get up and go,
This weather is so fine it can't last,
Sunshine eighties at a Fall sunlight angle,
September's closing slowly fast,
The greenery is still green,
The Monarchs are fluttering over the yellow flowers,
Their little yellow-white cousins air-bumping cattail stalks,
Milkweed pods just getting hints of brown and gold,
My t-shirt is caught in the breeze and it feels great,
Stretching our legs my love,
Even with the snappin' cracklin' lines above,
Even with the paved walking path,
The hawk sits on the tower over the garden,
Watching, watching us with steady eyes,
The sky is blue and the redwing blackbirds are flocking clouds,
Alive and twisting in the sky like a living thing,
The dragonflies are rare but here racing by,
The teenagers are walking the paths laughing,
The little kids swinging on park swings,
No couch can hold us,
Nor even the soft old bed,
The wind and trees and sunlight are calling our names,
Let's stroll where the wildflowers are growing,
Let's call the blue sky our Heaven,
Let's hug Summer while she's still home,
Let's get off our butts and out where it's pretty,
Become the new Americans and see the real world.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 09/19/2003
Author's Comments:
This was the day before yesterday in a nutshell.
This weather is so fine it can't last,
Sunshine eighties at a Fall sunlight angle,
September's closing slowly fast,
The greenery is still green,
The Monarchs are fluttering over the yellow flowers,
Their little yellow-white cousins air-bumping cattail stalks,
Milkweed pods just getting hints of brown and gold,
My t-shirt is caught in the breeze and it feels great,
Stretching our legs my love,
Even with the snappin' cracklin' lines above,
Even with the paved walking path,
The hawk sits on the tower over the garden,
Watching, watching us with steady eyes,
The sky is blue and the redwing blackbirds are flocking clouds,
Alive and twisting in the sky like a living thing,
The dragonflies are rare but here racing by,
The teenagers are walking the paths laughing,
The little kids swinging on park swings,
No couch can hold us,
Nor even the soft old bed,
The wind and trees and sunlight are calling our names,
Let's stroll where the wildflowers are growing,
Let's call the blue sky our Heaven,
Let's hug Summer while she's still home,
Let's get off our butts and out where it's pretty,
Become the new Americans and see the real world.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 09/19/2003
Author's Comments:
This was the day before yesterday in a nutshell.