feeling low
a splinter in the toe, that is:
timber. unfortunately chopped 'n left to rot
a lone boar drifting along, digging soil
I wonder…
air pushing treetops
foul smell, seeping through
ghosts from the past, monsters of now
They all look at the leafs
as Their Head flies up beyond the last row—
the Took took as quick as a wink
expecting more, come and go,
The Day Has Come… and so they run!
remembering this blow, forever. Yes, ever on.
Just remember, kids
we play for courage. Now,
enjoy the fields!
(written for Bullroarer Took Day)
