Roguing Poem by Preston Simmons

We learn to love unexpectedthings
And It makes us more effective.
We walk the rows of this fruitful valley
And dig what is engraved
On our license plates.
There are Acres and acres of life
And disease.
The disease must be rooted out
In order for the others
To survive.
We dig with sharpened steel
Mosaic and calico,
The kaleidoscope of leaves,
And it's cousin
Who begs to be found.

The metallic clouds surround us
On every side
As thunder answers the roll call
With rain not far behind.

This field is a replica of the world we live in,
But the field is built
On a solid and ancient foundation,
And our seems penetrable
And ever changing.

~ Completed on 17 June,2013~