*****Here is one To Break The Ice Of The Present Problems Ligering Over The World*****

The freeze is over,
The weather catapulted,from fifteen,
To fifty degrees,
As I walked In The Park.

Breaking my cabin fever,
Stretching out my legs,
Blest with the vision,
Of the first pre Spring Robin,
The lake is still frozen, solid.

Flocks of gulls, ducks,
Snow geese, drakes and pigeons,
Gathered together, on the ice,
Like a mimi gathering, of nations united,
"We should learn from them."

I asked myself, what do they eat?
During these hard times,
The lake is still frozen, the trees are bare,
The grass, brown and dead.

The proverbs say,
The fowl in the sky,
Neither sow nor reap,
Yet, The Lord provides.

I rushed home, diced,
Four loafs of stale bread,
I was saving, for bread pudding,
I returned to the park.

Fed my high flying friends,
On the frozen lake,
Watched them work themselves,
Into a feeding frenzy,
Without realizing,
I was an arm, God provides.

By: William Bonilla.....3/12/03