there are ditches to be dug ,
shingles to be nailed , repairs on the silver rail ,
grass to be cut ,
trailers to be chocked and loaded ,
motors waiting to be rebuilt ,
grain to be milled ,
hot asphalt ready to be laid -
in the summer swelter
the Sawyer tends to his cutting-
machines regardless of the weather .
an eye to the Ploughman with a hard look-
at his mechanical possessions ..
sing an ode to the Cooper , the Cobbler -
and the Brakeman ..
The Carpenter , the Bricklayer and the Baker ...

I praised the fires above Newnan
the orchestra beneath the pine canopy ,
the sweet taste of evening rain ,
the sturdy porch and the creaky vane
the score calls for a crisp , adagio melody-
of rebirth and revelry ,
with mirth , eloquence &-
the sustain of Heavenly instruments  ..
Amen !

At last the June bugs are on their way ,
playing summer songs at the close of day
A cherry blunt , a flatpicking tune , a Seagull-
guitar beneath a yellow moon ..

Green is the color of the steps in shangril-a ,
The hue of peace in a troubled mind ..
The carpet of the valley floor and the rugged-
divide ..
The weeping willows of childhood fantasy
Tall grass bordering the waterway ,
Definitions along the walkways that lead me home ...

Warm coffee and dates on a-
wintry winding , mountain lane , blackberry etchings , trembling firs shroud morning trains , first day lit lanes peek through blue panes ..
Honkers in hollers beside a rumbling 76 beacon gripped-
in the perfume of turned sorghum , rusty brooks beside a -
leaf laden lot , peanuts swirl their delicious dance-
in a cast iron *** ..
Standing at her cue , locked in-
a spiritual , bankside daydream , Marny blue , butterscotch Kathryn-
wintergreen Gert and Sweetgum Zoey weathervanes ..
A cloak and dagger scheme with tall shadows ,
empty pecan trees and vivid bellicose themes ,
foggy hillside scenes , where hope and implausibility -
convene to do battle with todays pipe dreams  ...

We're colorful autumn leaves standing within earshot of-
the Winter wind
Pious , hopeful children of God enveloped in the talons of-
constant sin  
A fawn in the hunting ground of wolves ..
A wild flower at the mercy of the Hereford hooves ..
Ice and clay along the right-of-way ...
The blue morning bowing before the overcast day..

If your vying for change in Gaza you could start by feeding their women and children ...