Spring Comes to the American Revolution
Some are soldiers.
Some are sunshine patriots this Spring,
marching through soggy woods like me.
These are the times to dry men’s soles,
and I have just begun my flight.
Give me leafy trees or give me baby’s breath.
I regret I have but one night to lose in the country.
Behold, these roots are self evident.
All glens are not created equal.
But I must stop along this walk
and bring two things
back home with me.
I must remember only these:
oneth buy lamb and twoeth buy cheese.