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Difficult to concentrate on book of yesterday
When I see a world all around me at play
The wheat in fields is so bursting green
Tall hats of leprechauns almost are seen.
Tops of onions point to a high place
While a head of seeds speaks of grace.
Bright little tomatoes pop on the vine
Are these sweet little bits of fruit mine?
Covered all over from top to bottom limb
Almond trees are in a race with apples to win.
Surely it is claimed the nation is in a mess,
Where? where? I distantly gaze over to confess.
I know this year the predictions run wild,
The end, the end is near here in 2012
According to calenders of Aztecs so long ago
I’m seeing only the here and now, don’t you know
How can I long for a time of yesterday’s folly
Or even of tomorrow, by golly,
When today is such a wondrous place
Full of earth’s great dedication to a joyful space.