Another one from my 1968 notebook and one of my sketches done in 2021.
The Constant Birth
In times of toil and days like these with summers sun and summers breeze with clear blue skies and pale brown earth my thoughts often wonder at the constant birth.
Of flowers and trees and the tiny babe (all this happened in a wooded glade) held peacefully in loving mothers arms protecting and keeping it from all harm
fear not, young child on Mother’s knee the hate and the wars you will not see you’ll see life through a rosy glow not knowing true fear until you grow
for when you become a woman or man and travel to a far distant land to seek fame and fortune’s hand,,, with adult eyes on foreign sands
in times of toil and days like these with summers sun and summers breeze with clear blue skies and pale brown earth your thoughts will often wonder at the constant birth.
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