R, a poem by Andrew D. Carson

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Poems by Andrew D. Carson

With lancing stare, I gage my stamping foe,
And lowering my head I launch to charge with all my might,
To startling Crack! as two slam with fierce power.
Then he retreats, the vanquished turned aside.

Nature is not nice, nor need be people,
And nature's bond holds me tight in its wild grasp;
So while not unkind, I've no need to feign love or care,
While with terse comment I profess but brute truth.

I live in a world of things, of parts and pieces,
Where objects fit and turn and conduct power,
And a design well-conceived and built will do its job,
But careless actions will wreck the best-laid plans.

Really, it is all about the hands, their range of motion,
And of course the eyes, their power to direct and see,
But forget not the muscles, when still needed, for strength
To carry me forward with skill, purpose, and energy.