The Constant Birth

Another one from my 1968 notebook and one of my sketches done in 2021.

The Constant Birth

In times of toil and days like these
with summers sun and summers breeze
with clear blue skies and pale brown earth
my thoughts often wonder at the constant birth.

Of flowers and trees and the tiny babe
(all this happened in a wooded glade)
held peacefully in loving mothers arms
protecting and keeping it from all harm

fear not, young child on Mother’s knee
the hate and the wars you will not see
you’ll see life through a rosy glow
not knowing true fear until you grow

for when you become a woman or man
and travel to a far distant land
to seek fame and fortune’s hand,,,
with adult eyes on foreign sands

in times of toil and days like these
with summers sun and summers breeze
with clear blue skies and pale brown earth
your thoughts will often wonder at the constant birth.

Frances Macaulay Forde © 1968

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