Sometimes things don't go, after all,
from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel
faces down frost;green thrives;the crops don't fail,
sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.
A people sometimes will step back from war;
elect an honest man;decide they care
enough, that they can't leave some stranger poor
Some men become what they were born for.
Sometimes our best efforts do not go
amiss;sometimes we do as we meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
that seemed hard frozen:may it happen for you.
This comes from this book edited by Julia Darling and Cynthia Fuller.
Another of Julia Darling's poems can be found here.
I love it because it sums up what I feel about the country, very nice, but not me.
Think of me here:
I will be back!