As life abounds and agitation reigns,
and threat of war results from bloodied creed,
world politics, like alligator weed,
clogs efforts to unwind its bonds and chains.
A misconception of the world remains
that violent disputes and utter greed
is all the future holds as they succeed,
especially as media explains.
I watch the sun sink slowly from the sky,
into horizon's widely open arms,
no city noise or army's battle cry,
just nature and the small surrounding farms.
Tranquility will always underlie
the human playground and its false alarms.
Jack has published over 350 poems in his career, many with his own photography. He specializes in a view of the commonplace and Americana.