The path

As I walk this  path edged by  thin trees
I see  a mile  of fields all ripe with wheat
Despite the heat, I feel a gentle breeze.

I like to sit by trees ,in summer heat.
The leaves make little fans lit up by sun
So shaded by the trees I love to meet.

I like to greet my friends,  just one by one
I like to share but not  to    yell and fight
Then conversation deep can linger on.

In winter there’s a different, slanted light
It makes long  shadows  from  the trees  stretch out
There’s sharper  contrast,  black  encounters white.

What is this world when nature cannot shout
Her signals are emitted but ignored
A politician now is  more a lout.

On Dover Beach ,great waves roar to the shore
Just as Arnold wrote  so long ago
But what’s transmitted worries me far more.

The tyrant in the USA’s another  blow
His emblem  is ingratitude or gore
From this election who knows what will grow?

 
What fools we are to  ravage  and to tear
What aggressive acts  must all now bear?
As I walk the   path edged by  live trees
Despite the heat, my soul and body freeze