More Friend than Foe, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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Wheat Fields, Jacob van Ruisdael (c. 1670)

 

More Friend than Foe, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Looking out to the sky you caught my eye,
Ominous for sure, you’re not at all shy.
Not the least caring if I live or die,
A very dangerous craft you do ply.

Be it your desire you can start a fire,
At the moment next cause it to expire.
Or in a single flash devour any spire,
And I for one will not provoke your ire.

All rather feel the gentler side of you.
You helping with our gardens to renew,
Not much caring if it be impromptu,
And pray your help will always continue.

Angering clouds can be distasteful pain,
But to wish departure would be insane.

 

 

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