how the shadows of light do dream.
in essence of the thing.
this a man, yes he is a man.
of ancestral wing.
so tired in this land.
with a hoe a tiller of wheat.
a mercy seat .
to give to all who ask.
the sweetest wine in the flask.
yet to give with much wisdom.
many to the loyalties of the soil.
gone is the blood and stronger is the water that dose boil.
©Pat Connor
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