Acknowledging Little Orphan Annie
I look at his great, gleaming skull and his shaking body and know I must go with the people.
“Return to the simple life, Daddy, “ I scribble, “your beginnings are better than you end.”
Broken and exhausted, he slumps against the endlessly spewing ticket tape that spells disaster, the markets in free fall, currencies collapsing worldwide.
And for him, I sing.
Over and over
The corn fields
Over and over
The wheat fields
Run a lot
Do a lot
Throw away
Mr. Hershey
Mr. Pepsi
White sand
Warm water
No no
Daddy Warbucks
Go away
Warm breezes
Lake rivers and
Streams
Mountainsides
Sandy loam
Earth
Fire
Air
Water
The music falls
Lost to all
Tomorrow
A day
Away
~ Stephen J. Bergstrom
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