College: The Sawdust Poem by Brian Johnston
College: The Sawdust
The sawdust lay upon the floor
Each speck was well defined.
'Thanks be to trees, ' one said aloud,
'That we are nothing more! '
But one poor speck just would not rest,
'There was a plan! ' cried he.
'We're not just dirt the wind blows 'round, '
God loves us don't you see? '
So all the specks contributed
To God's anointed specks
Until the day the trash was burned
And all God's specks were dead.
Undergraduate Oklahoma University (about 1963)
I was not really enamored by 'Organized Religion' at this stage of my life! Now I'm slightly more tolerant.
i NEVER thought sawdust pieces made much sense when they spoke! and that restless one sounds kind of conceited. don't she? and here i thought it was God who died! who knew? bri ;)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 1:25:18 AM # 1.0.0.1119
i'm tempted to write an echo, but it is too late. i'm now sitting in my underwear, or part of me is, and it is almost nighty-night time. i'm glad i revisited this one. specks, UNITE! bri :)