(CREATIVE “Expostulation and Reply”)
Young one, as you sit upon a still stone,
And turn over pages inside your brain
Think! For a book is worth as many words as it holds.
But an image is worth a thousand to one.
For to squat upon such a still, quiets form
Only stills the mind, and freezes the heart
Of true passion and learning, experiences galore,
Leaving eyes blind to the artistry sculpted above
From the breath of air and the flow of leaves
That fall gently around you. From Land to Sea
Is wisdom evolving until we’re anything but grieving
The abundance of knowledge! How beautiful and sweet!
Is this stroke of paint that we call our home,
Made of God’s gentle touch, or because our minds explore
to be quenched by the river, or the flowers that grow
the wise words of ancestors, grown from mind and soul.
Revolving in routine, knowledge is built around
and across generations, across the span of time.
The music of Knowledge, what a delectable sound!
Like fine wine, it ages, ‘til it’s smooth as rhyme.
Mother Earth, she has blessed us, with such vivid lanes
Clouds of invisible ink, waiting to be shown
And show off their colours against stone grey brains
And powers of ancestral wisdom, waiting to be honed!
Let time be no waste, let it be put to good use
Open up! Stand your ground! Fill your lungs with good air
Let your narrow mind close books, and to nature reveal to be obtuse
Burn the paper to stubs, let Nature take up care.
Let your eyes be your mind, let your fingers be your pen
As the sweet summer air takes your breath back again
And as the clouds pass, your young heart will then
Swell up with the image of words on art.