It would be quite a task
For the blossom tree
Is no longer a young sapling
Yet out there
I see through the shrub
To where the sun glistens
To where the flag flutters
Take these words not as a metaphor
But just as the words that they are
Others will start up their lawnmowers
They will be the disturbers of the peace
In a vainglorious attempt
To bring order to nature
With a proven capability
To disrupt the neighbourhood
I, I watch the bird-feeder swing
Ask, is there any post
Stay, sat in this chair
A good place for pontification
Take these words not as metaphors
But just as the words that they are
Others may well chime up otherwise
They will be the disrupters of the plainsong
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