Saint Eule (10/30/1955 / Shamokin, Pa)
Common sense is divine
The woodsman ventures into the forest,
leaving behind the book.
He grows weary and hungry,
the food is plenty if you know where to look.
He asks the elm, the pine, the maple
and the oak.
The elms says - I am the tree of life.
The pine says - I am the tree of life.
The maple says - I am the tree of life.
The oak says - I am the tree of life.
Confused and hungry the woodsman remembers his grandfathers
wisdom of the dandelion that can be eaten.
So he looked about and common sense was plenty
and his hunger was beaten.
Yes- it could have been a feast if the survival book was not forgotten,
or the trees were not too busy arguing to give advice.
Perhaps he could have eaten a mushroom or roots if he knew which
were poison or nice.
More than bread or wine,
Common sense is divine.
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