On Pilfering Emeralds And Other Things Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

they are stealing the imperial emeralds
worried the Wizard not under his breath
on a summer day with the trees in

their summer Oz gleam full blown
cried the birds of viridian, glass blown
even the skies are crackling

when the green heart of the citizenry
cracks anew
being newly sprung;

just like in Kansas Dorothy thought,
before the Storm and wrung her old
dress out, the blue and white checked

since she had far to go yet and so put

thinking by: all thoughts of pilfering
emeralds having never occurred to
her; her pockets already chock filled

with straw bright thoughts of Home

mary angela douglas 8 july 2015