Do you recall the Heartland Youth
For Decency, how they came West
To save us from our sorry state:
Grown rank with sin and long of tooth?
The tramp stamp and the half-bared breast
Still gripped us, though we weren’t sure why;
Our fires having gone to ash.
They swore they’d never share our fate
Still itching when we came to die
Still wanting flesh despite the lash.
They brought Ohio, God, and grace
Their supple selves in modest dress
But offered love that looked like hate
And Jesus darkened up the place –
Salvation via full-court press.
But youth of every kind will fade
Those Decent kids themselves are old
And now the time is growing late.
We made a park – two trees, some shade
Skin is California’s gold.
Very good poem.
Why thank you, Churchill.
Quite good in fact
My husband rocks!
Love,
The aloof ,Mrs. Lickona
She needs her own login, fer shur. She’s earned it.
I second the motion.
Then her aloof cover would be blown, though.
You don’t need to mention your wife. I’m married myself.
Indeed, as you Yankees are wont to say, “My wife rocks!”
Love,
the invisible, Mr. Churchill
Thanks.
Good poem. Thanks.