Never quit

sometimes i’ve a mind
to lay down my guns and quit.
the run has grown old.
it is no more exhilarating.
young bucks challenge all sides of
turf never owned,
though tenaciously held
and leased for a pound of heart and soul,
payable daily.
how long anyway?
three score and, if by strength, ten.
Rivers run to renew the sea.
the sea yields to the heavens.
the heavens rain down upon the earth
where the streams and creeks give birth.
Through the fields life flowed today
a trickle, a rivulet, a brook.
the brute awoke.
new strength, new hope
arose and shook his slumber.
he pawed the earth and
sniffed the wind
then stepped up once again.

jrw ©01/25/09


About jingeorgia

Searching high and low no matter where i go it always seems the same: shades of grey. Or, was that gray?
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3 Responses to Never quit

  1. Beth says:

    I do so like your poems Jay. Excellent!

  2. Here I Am says:

    Very nice Jay

  3. ··¤ SETH says:

    Only when the last river has been polluted, and the last tree been cut down, and the last fish been caught, will we realise we cannot eat money. In the end, our society will be defined not only by what we create but by what we refuse to destroy.That was beautifully written.

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