He is old now hell bent rover
spends his time among flowers,
flora diverse trees in winter,
species of trees shrubs ferns,
quietly pondering mysteries for hours;
summer embodied in capsule nature
investigating wild places near adventure.
Still they tell tall stories about him
stories that can raise the ears of corn,
grown to sky proportions above height man,
grown more swiftly and surely than is born,
in favoured climates despite balanced care given.
A free flavor of exultant expectation
that leaves the taste buds buttered,
in joyous nourishment, invigorating life,
with stimulating minerals and vitamins.
Imbued real wonder of such organic foods
mouth watering melons seemingly grown,
by myth fairy folk who chance still reside,
may some say about ageless mystical regions.
No experimental genetically modified foods
grown to new disproportionate research size,
in cauldron vats modern chemical nutrients,
symbolizing a scientific tasteless artificial era.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Journeys Through Diversity Defining Life (part one of Certain Knowledge Know)
A Scientific Tasteless Artificial Era (part two of Certain Knowledge Know)
Eyes Telling Multiple Mysteries (part three of Certain Knowledge Know)
I Was Even Born In Them (part four of Certain Knowledge Know)
God Bestowed Information (part five of Certain Knowledge Know)
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