Poetry2

Carrots

Sparkling dew in morning grass, like hidden diamonds,crystal glass

Sunlight spreading glorious peace, sprit rising with the breeze;

I have diamonds,could have more, to lock inside a safety drawer

And crystal glass in which to pour, red wine to some snobbish bore:

Who does not see the morning dew,or understand why I would choose, Not karat on neck,fingers round, but carrots sprouting from the ground: Not pockets lined with man made gold,that takes my time consumes my soul, But pockets filled with nuts and seeds, for scampering squirrel and bluebird feed:

Sweet nectar in my crystal glass, for hummingbirds that flutter past

And as I watch them sip and soar, a lizzard scurries past my toes;

A gray squirrel comes from woods nearby, comes carefully close to my side Just four feet out lies acorns sweet, that he will eat while watching me:

And I watch him consume his treats, time not affecting him,nor me

Some would say It's wasted time, not productive, too confined;

But I would say come sit with me, to watch the bluebirds, hummers, bees Squirrels and lizzards, deer in trees, forgetting time to simply be;

Life's not about what you own, how hard you work, muscle tone

Life's about peace within, Love, Laughter, Tears and Grins;

About teaching children how to Love, important traits to be proud of

Take each moment as it is, take the time to simply live;

This is me,and who i am,and many do not understand

For when they ask me what I do?

I smile and say..........I watch the dew.

BY: Bobby Smith