by William Burkholder

Created on: February 24, 2011

 Gather your baskets,

And venture out,

Among the fields,

The vines and leaves,

Gather your baskets,

 And venture out,

Among Man, and his societies,

Reap the riches and collect the Spoils.

Envision, with grace;

These earthly toils.

Of weathered brows,

Sweat stained hands,

Callused and weathered,

Bothered and bewildered,

Triumphant in blue collared royalty

Take unto thee

Collective riches,

That man alone bestows,

In vision’s of virtual dreaming

Alone,

No man sows.

Collective wisdom’s,

Harvested bounties,

Hanging low on the fattened tree,

Citrus soaked

 And artichoked

Deep, in green gagged osaphogee.

The crumbs, collected

While not in boast

Can combine and enlighten

And leaven loaves

Sustenance in mind, in spirit,

And in song,

Gather your baskets,

This harvest has just begun.

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