AGAINST THE GRAIN
Wednesday, October 25, 2023
6:16 AM
(By: Karla Wagener)
While everyone is going North,
I have been traveling South.
When others clamor for more bread,
I'm here eating oats.
Everyone wants a shinny
Expensive car.
I'm happy most with bicycles and boats.
They search for the promised land.
I go where you can least expect it.
You don't find a
Hidden treasure
In an obvious place of
Worldly pleasure.
Against the odds
Against the wind and tide
Somehow inconceivably
I found a
Place that's mine.
Paid my debts
So I got no money.
The contradiction
Almost funny...
That I have much needed Food and water.
Though I may not do much,
Sadly I observe that
so many
Kill, hate and slaughter.
My greatest possessions
Are friends and neighbors,
Willing hands and honest
Labor!
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