Oz, Down Under
(Written for Ode to DU poet comp)
The villagers gathered
at the courtyard gates--
would this be the day
he would speak?
There were no greasy-fingered
to harpoon, yet
they longed for a word,
to set their souls at ease.
"Perhaps he is out riding the boat," one said.
"Maybe he is stirring the Barbie, " said another.
"But the Bible says that no man
shall know the hour of his return," still another said.
The villagers nodded in agreement
"Hear, hear! We shall wait!" they decreed
And so they remained watchful,
that Oz would drop words
into their minds.
"He will let us know, when!"