Such A Big Miracle In Such A

Why Does A Hearse Horse Snicker, Hauling A Lawyer Away?

Poetry Is A Mock Of A Cry At Finding A Million Dollars And A Mock Of A Laugh At Losing It.

Poetry Is A Fresh Morning Spider-web Telling A Story Of Moonlit Hours Of Weaving And Waiting During A Night.

For We Know When A Nation Goes Down And Never Comes Back, When A Society Or A Civilization Perishes, One Condition May Always Be Found. They Forgot Where They Came From. They Lost Sight Of What Brought Them Along.

Let The Gentle Bush Dig Its Root Deep And Spread Upward To Split The Boulder.