Morning Walk in August

 

Morning Walk in August

Pelicans circle in a clear blue sky,

Grasshoppers flit in the grass nearby.

Crickets chirp and cicadas trill,

The peace belies my anxious chill.

Love or hate, Hope or fear.

Joy or anger, Truth or lies.

Justice or prejudice, Integrity or corruption.

Freedom to choose or permanent disruption.

These stark choices to us avail,

A walk in November will tell the tale.

—Dave Wright

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