Palms, tar pits, freeway traffic,
walk of fame and cement stardom
harbors, harlots, and Highland stores
greet the children wanting more
Climb the mountain, search the hills
build a fortress of righteous quills
Guard the choices with thoughtful care
Call an angel with humble prayer
What is beauty in plasticville? Where Emerson’s,
“Things are in the saddle” still “riding mankind”
And hundred foot billboards,
Jimmy Choo shoes,
and shot glasses
determine worth.
Thank goodness for the light,
the blue sky on the breezy day,
the goodness of children
and you.
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