- Thinking about the Forth Of July coming to us this week -
Stars & Stripes
First star showing I'm alive
Was posted in year, 1935.
Tartan threads grow the field
Accepting stars of yearly yield.
Stripes are custom, long and lean,
Marking vision's a yearly scheme.
But my banner's incomplete,
I write to people, I'll never meet ;
Do I really write for all of them :
The strong women, thoughtful men ?
But for myself, a rhyme is sought,
No meter's found to further my plot,
It is only by chance or is it a struggle
That word by word grows my puzzle.
Somewhere there's another Plowman's Bard
Walking the furrow's straight, deep, and hard.
He tramps God's Earth in want of nourishment ;
His mind's at work for destiny's encouragement.
One is so boldly driven for its benefactors ;
Other, dreams of clouds, as if they're actors.
Lasting the longest, beyond a generation,
Some build a society, some feed a nation.
Who said, "Man can't live by bread alone."
We think of dreamers where ever they roam.
Poets subsist on a sparse spartan menu ;
They write words for all the World to view.
So soon, "I'll lay me down for a long night's sleep".
Not knowing, if any words my readers will keep.
But that can't drive my lust to keep on writing ;
I write for me, then for thee, then the unborn waiting.
Forgive me for being so overtly aggressive,
For In my cluttered dreaming mind, the mess is.
To start a poem is not all that very hard,
It's been done fairly well by many a bard.
It's ending a poem that's a poet's blank wall,
The reader seeks closure, we hear its clear call.
Ronald C. Downie