Mason Maestro


I Am A Straw Part 3 - Poem by Mason Maestro

My stem is slim, strong, lean, and tall
Dryer and lighter than it was in the fall
I was handled again as the sun rose high
Removed from the vase as I wonder why
I grew nervous when we entered that room
Standing right there was the dead in a broom
But it would not be me since we passed right by
We approached her hat- not made with Straw, but with Rye
She wove me in gently into the side
Sitting on her head, now displayed with pride

It's hard to imagine what my life would have been
If I had listened to those- now my long-gone kin
I'll continue to defy the oppression of Straw
Yes it's cold, it's cruel, but there'll be a new fate I'll draw
Besides the new life that I have on her head
I feel this inner connection as strong as lead
Going out of her place to be so warm, so kind
She has given me a great place to unwind
One day, we left to a place that was busy
In fact, so much so it made me dizzy
Not only were there people walking here and there
There were these large and loud objects flying everywhere
So we entered one that was called an airplane
As I do recall, that was its name

Now, I'm up in the air and my old home is below
It's all so small as I peer out the window
We came down, now we're back on the ground
A villa on the sea is what I found
On the beach we laid down with a drink
All this relaxation had me start to think;
In the course of my life I have learned a great law
To believe in yourself-
No matter what cow, what seed, what carrot, what hog...
... What bean, what tree, what peach, or what Straw

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 25, 2006


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