Lying on the ground for weeks
slowly turning brown, slowly decaying,
Willie and his friends on a downward spiral,
the old tree grown mossy and gnarled,
the daily windfall battle for survival.
Soon he'll drop and feed the birds
and the squirrels, all part of Life's
great cycle continuous and inevitable,
but, one day, a new golden tree and bough
for the seed of Mister Willie Apple.
Please let the remains of Mr. Apple know that his seed is getting spread by birds and squirrels.........he, as we, are all part of this planet. That should cheer him up!
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
In the Whirlwind is a poetic storm that frees history from the cages of corruption and puts it in the hands of everyday people. Words are weaved into a new fashion statement that has nothing to do with runways but everything to do with projects!
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Love ya!
Jane