Summon us the rain yet With the drums that we recall I Am the corresponding return Beautiful lunar and thunder to A rhythm where all seasons of the Different viewpoints even ugly in the winter Are holding up the Universal land An outer space pond having Baptized resurrection of acceptance in a chosen Life-cycle that changes all of the Symbols through your travels which are heavy. Changes also equal to soul art Echo countless metaphors of the Mindless croaking bond. Teach in us the thanksgiving of Heaven's harvest and every single thing That brings a drunkenness and promise of Choristers with hymns on stone For a prolonged life is in and of What solid reawakening has fortuned deep within upon this earth. Renewed as well returned I Carry lucky charms and find that I am Known in other words bound With the Spirit to An ancient stand That is encountering such places found under Forces much much before the Egg existed in a frozen Past lone part of all creation much much before the thorn Grew from the rose bush you were jumping by Far down the brook of evolution where the Message that you ribbit warm or cold Is soon discovered befriending those of heart and hearth As we all listen to your lessons and The magic song revival that you sing
Poetic form | Golden Shovel |A golden shovel poem consists of taking a line (or lines) from a poem you admire. Using each word in the line (or lines) as an end word in your poem as you keep the end words all in order. Giving credit to the poet who originally wrote the line (or lines), the new poem does not have to be about the same subject as the poem that offers the end words. If you read the last word of every line you will read the line that I chose from Ursula K. Le Guin's 'A Lament for Rheged'.