by M. Park, Et. al.
Uptown Daisies
1,2,3,
Downtown Maybe's
if you please
Country bumpkins
never ruled out rhyme
they'd rather sing and tap in time
Pansey's peril
cold as ice
She'll hard frost over
ever clear, even
...thrice
Birches bushes conifer's tunes
Pinesap roils in coldest plumes
Pine rows, wind breaks
on farmers land
protecting crops
nature's pefection...
is-land
Country lanes arrive on dirt roads
Kind to deer, and lark, and toad
Honeysuckle vines so wild
line old roads for country miles
Their sweetest centers perfume the land
Their white bonnets bow down
to bugs and birds
A purr of 'hummers' and other herds
to pollenate and grace our crops
with bountiful harvests to share and shop
like paddle boats through river towns
Dangerous waters oft reign nigh
for plow and hearth and you and I
Rock of ages, rock of gold
river rocks and bluffs don't take notes
they speak of ancient tides
long ago
Past kingdoms for naught were never better
Nature's blush
Nature's sweater
Mother...
nature's
always better