Book_cover_janet_tree_3_b_wby Janet Turpin Myers06 Jul 2013

like rods of gold
in the fields of your youth
once glowed
stood tall
waved in the breeze
and hid your wonder like kernels
needing water and sunshine
and the unmitigated madness of summer
to burst them like popcorn
to herald a new day
with expectation and pleasure
and the belief that today is good