Joseph DeMarco


Happy Harvest

He who toils,
shall unearth something,
that mankind has,
long since lost.
And he shall go to bed,
with a heavy head,
And sleep without worry.
Or whimper.
Or whim.
It is easy to forget.
(When MAGIC is beamed to a screen on your wall)
That our Mother the Earth,
Nourishes us,
It's easy to forget,
that beans and corn don't come from cans,
Can we allow ourselves to see,
the folly of our development?
Can we allow the children,
to remember that,
Bread isn't created in a factory?
And apples don't grow on shelves?
Concrete gives little back,
So why plant so many buildings?
So why plant freeways and parking lots?
You ever heard of a parking lot sandwich?
Plant a tree,
Plant a whole vegetable garden,
And have a
Happy Harvest.

Joseph DeMarco was born in New York City; he lived most of his life in Buffalo, NY. He now teaches seventh grade on the island of Oahu, Hawaii. He is the author of the novels Plague of the Invigilare, The 4 Hundred and 20 Assassins of Emir Abdullah-Harazins, At Play in the Killing Fields, and Blind Savior, False Prophet. He is currently working on several new projects.

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