From where does the wilder side discover
The joys of the sunny field and heather
More and more about the trough
Feeding frenzy, hats be doffed
Mountains, this is the epicenter
Mornings felled by late day fen stir
Along a trail, without thought we follow
Second chances tail the hollow
Headings windy scarecrow bringer
Those that would fear come feast anyhow
Theater, you are not of walls
Furrows, disappear from brows
Command and listen, leaders envied
Forlorn and scorn, these instincts remedied
The worse the wear the better worn
Sheep raise their voices, above the storm
Rain-soaked skin on shirt just sundered
Lightning peals announce justly thunder
Formal tasks and papers worked
Soaked straight through and ink does run
Office whispers, not a candle
To this flame unabating, off the handle
Reckon style is buttress free
Authentic denial, a society we
Hunting forth to yesterday
Plowshares broken, equity strays
Companions sought but never broken
Horses leap o’er fences lurking
Open doors are strewn across the grass
Shattered along with panes of glass
Civil discourse might be found
As we sit here on the ground
But then it’s time to run along
Bounding up and shouting song
Roman Ryan 