Holiday RapidsA Poem by Earl SchumackerHolidays arrive earlier every year.Well within the city limits mysteries Suburban people to the core escape Into a wilderness of houses bunched together Outside town, outside the reaches of police
In giant vehicles much bigger Much larger than ordinary cars Good citizens leave congested streets For the homogenization of milk and mind
Between the city and the farm is space More peace, less crime generated Suited for new life to grow Suburban is the only language spoken
Within the boundaries of God A new born bunny moves about Inside a tiny cardboard box it dwells Inside a new construction site discovered If not it must be a house, like so many others
Baby bunny must be a gift from mom and dad Christmas starts in November this time of year
If we pray real hard under the covers With due diligence as children do Perhaps Christmas will come in June A new born baby brother would be nice But an SUV will do and will suffice
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StatsAuthorEarl SchumackerAtlantic City, NJAboutB.A. Degree in Literature and Language. I enjoy writing short stories, poetry, novels and keeping up with new scientific discoveries. I enjoy philosophy and Art appreciation. more..Writing
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