I left school early for my break,
And gladly missed two days of class;
But I soon realized my mistake,
And now my grades will never pass.
If only I had stayed in town,
As every faithful student ought;
I’d have no cause to fret and frown,
I’d know exactly what’d been taught.
But no, instead I went my way,
And thought to have a load of fun.
I now regret that fateful day,
‘Cause now my fleeting joy is done.
Please listen to my saddened voice,
And take a warning from my choice.
11.27.18
A man lay down to rest one day.
The sun was low and breezes blew.
Across the plain, they took their way;
The grasses stirring as they flew.
They dashed headlong with strength unmatched.
Their breaking waves then fell unseen,
And filled the poor man’s garments, patched,
As though a silent living stream.
The clothing sighed, a ragged lot,
Until the sun in glory died.
They settled still and cracked with rot,
As if the streams within them dried.
The stars look down and slowly pass
Above the man beneath the grass.
12.03.18
The life of men would not do well
If it were not for sweet potatoes.
This awesome food tastes really swell,
I owe a debt to sweet potatoes.
The same for buds high on a tree,
They grow and turn to tasty pears.
I had the flu and they cured me,
I love the juice of tasty pears.
Pondering my prized propitious pear,
Bobbing for potatoes, pomme de terre.
05.03.12
The heat is here and men work hard to live.
They hope the year will quickly have an end,
And spring will come with rain and joy to give,
But now all life feels cursed and won’t relent.
In fall the life that dies and leaves this earth
Is gone for good till spring with joy returns.
The year will end as sadness turns to mirth,
But now the grass is gone and flower burns.
In dark the death is done, and trees are bare.
All life has left and cold has come to stay.
It seems that spring will ne’er again be here,
And life will fail before the new spring day.
The Spring has come and life returns at last!
The year is new and death is now the past.
04.19.12
In Spring there is new life that is released;
It roars and flows and down the stream it runs.
Its breath has come and dreaded death has ceased,
Now turn and look the dawn is quickly come.
The lion wakes and roars upon the chase,
The world is clean and flowers now are grown,
The King of Kings is in his rightful place,
The quest is done – the ring is now o’er thrown.
But life is short and quickly ending is,
As withered fading grass at summer’s end.
The crawling creature, twisted serpent, lives
To see the King in bloodless body spent.
And yet in death is hope, though spring be iced,
For life returns upon the spring of Christ.
04.12.12
Nathaniel West Clark 