FOR 2015

A Poem by Red Hammonds

I am sick today
As are many days
That the trees bough share no leaves
I am sick in this hour
As are many hours
That the earth toils under human blunder
I am sick in this minute
As are the slow mourn of minutes
That true destiny waits to be revealed
- and the dreams of fine goals, earnest resolution,
The ignorance of suffrage and idyll dillusion
For I am sick today

But do not let my words deny you...
Care not for the trivial
The luxury or the pride
Care for those in pursuit of lights blessed delight
Care for self and diligence- the nurture of others
Do not be sick today- nor any day
Rest the illness of humanity fallen
For the moments of the past have no precedence
Yet again the bough will blossom

@Red Hammonds 2014