Pastoral

“Emphatically may it be said of the Poet, as Shakespear hath said of man, ‘that he looks before and after’. He is the rock of defence of human nature; an upholder and preserver, carrying every where with him relationship and love. In spite of difference of soil and climate, of language and manners, of laws and customs, in spite of things silently gone out of mind and things violently destroyed, the Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society, as it is spread over the whole earth, and over all time.” – William Wordsworth (1770-1850).
 
Chicken Little said the sky is 
Falling 

A thundercloud and a blitzkrieg 
Bombing 

Deafened hell for leather by the weather by the wethering in 
Vain 

Holding my breath, for bright lighthouse 
Flame 

Lead me 
Home 
Leave me 
Alone 

A murder of crows, watch the tide climb their 
Tree 

And drowning I’ll die, letting inside me 
Sea 

And oxygen is smothered and the heart keeps pumping acid around 
Me 

And burning I’ll go, down to the darkest 
Deep 

Lead me 
Home 
Leave me 
Alone