To: La Enchiladita; GodBlessUSA; MEG33; ConorMacNessa; JustAmy; Billie; DollyCali; The Mayor
Sounds In The Night
We hear sounds in the night of work being done,
By toilers and strugglers deprived of our sun.
It is only our comfort that compels them to hide,
As we with our loved ones and treasures abide.
In darkness they toil to repair our worn roads,
Inexorable time limits act as their goads,
They sweat and curse softly the task made so vile,
By shadow enduring the whole of the while.
Deprived of the sun for the task they perform,
In making the broken things newly conform,
To a sullen onrushing of scurrilous knaves,
Turned out of their beds as if out of their graves.
The zombies of daylight come stumbling out,
As night-working elves shrink well back from the rout,
Too soon theyll return to assess once again,
The damages done by the legions of men.
Sisyphian tasks will await the next night,
Yet they willingly come back again to the fight,
Be blessed, oh ye workers and toilers unseen,
By the sunned-upon creatures of colorful scene.
Let childrens cries and birdsong be,
The lullaby of slumber free,
From dark concerns and matters best,
Attended to after proper rest.
NicknamedBob . . . . . . . June 3, 2008
235 posted on
06/03/2008 6:17:02 PM PDT by
NicknamedBob
(Note: -- This is not a lecture. It's a soliloquy. When I say 'you', I mean 'me'.)
To: NicknamedBob
Good Evening Nicknamed Bob
Excellent Poem! :)
238 posted on
06/03/2008 6:20:41 PM PDT by
GodBlessUSA
(US Troops, Past, Present and Future, God Bless You and Thank You! Prayers said for our Heroes!)
To: NicknamedBob
Excellent, NnB. Thank you.
Sorry that I’m just now getting to the thread.
Thank you for sharing your poems with us. We appreciate them and you.
261 posted on
06/03/2008 9:04:29 PM PDT by
JustAmy
(I wear red every Friday, but I support our Military everyday!!)
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