Leaded...

A pencil sharpened by a knife
in a copse lit by the rising morning light
as a yearling buck walks past,
coming slowly up the hill
between Tree and Rock
as he crests the ridgeline
and Time stand still again
Now i am the Savage Man
looking from whence he came
and marking the path he takes
before the rest of the World awakes
but not before the Site Trucks shake
rattle, and roll with the loads they hold
or rumble to the Excavator
to wait for the load yet taken...

This is the Nature of things
between Earth and World
is of what i sing
The catch of breath,
as simple thing
to set you straight again
for morning does not always come electric...
The days move on,
one must be selective
for one must remain alert and protective
of what sanity remains
for in spite of all the Change
Progress, Culture and New Age
every day i fight a rage and sadness
at what can only be perceived as madness
and this is no way out of this Grand Mess
there is only dealing with it
or not...

So show me what you've got
and i'll share with you mine
maybe the sharing and the caring
will help ease both of our troubled times
and the climb,
always ahead of us all...
           07-21-10