Ode to a Rose tinted past

Ode to the Past.

Getting and spending wasting our being
slaves not to bodies needs but want's of eye
those greedy orbs set up high seeing things
beyond hand's grasp becomes, so highly prized!
Long before written records could be wrote
or passing time told by brass-necked tin clocks
the prize was on the hoof and in the wind
and hunger for it gripped belly and the throat,
the price of that prize, sweat and thrown flint rocks
their only way to reach it, swift lithe limbs...

O to live again in our human spring
I hear this often in rhyme's soft writ sighs,
to have surfeit of things honest toil brings
wrought from beneath those ancient boundless skies.
Supping Adam's ale, wearing Joseph's coat,
stitched by Adam's needles, enough to mock
the fiercest weather, silver ermine trimmed,
bringing home newly slain black mountain goat
provender, round which your family flock,
just as their setting sun, begins to dim...

Richer by far then than banker or King
more satisfying than supersized buys
sweeter than advertisement jingle sings
" to have our product you would kill, or die;"
"You'll never be alone with filtered smokes,"
"food cooks superior in our fine crocks,"
"be sure to buy our triple filtered milk, it's skimmed!"
"And things go better with..." Oh, it's a joke,
on our spendthrift life, spent this way, tick-tock,
to keep some faceless folk's gold coffers, filled...

O to be with these long-gone folk, trading,
as they spend obsidian blades on deer hides
swop bird-bone flutes for pretty ankle rings
a much longed for prize by neighbouring tribes.
I dream of fine white seamless buckskin cloaks
trimmed with white rabbit tails and black tailed brock
so supple made and by craft-folk thinned,
on which I'm allowed brief envious strokes,
for such, I would disdain all future frocks,

but wake to play my flute against the wind.

Author's Note

" getting and spending " 2nd line of Wordsworth's The World is too much with us.