Newish Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Sonnet. (Attempt)

Another day has gone and I'm old, like the day
To last long as possible, night holds no mystery.
The land needs rain, but clouds have feet of clay.
The almond tree has shed its flowers masterly
But nature is truculent and keeps deluge at bay.
Scorched soil, a dry desert and flying mallards
There was a man who walked without a hat
He suffered sunstroke and is very much maligned.
For not obeying folks warning of wearing a cap
This has given him time to think of our modernity
Is not the best for the promised potential of man,
Told you, farmers are not known to be modest.
Sunstroke, our man sits in a kaleidoscope; smiles
The translucence of his mind he had seen the sky.