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Stalks
A toast the chairman said, drink and be merry
And lifted his schooner full of sherry
Good fortunes be of our repair
The seamstress of good luck and not despair
The sandpiper our friend with beady eye
Be our badge of prophecy
Waters that lap like silk around its feet
Be garments we all come to need
A harvest full of natures bounty
Sheaves so full and not just empty
Segregation of good wheat from the chaff
The mill wheel that turns on our behalf
Still estuary that feeding ground
The symmetry of flocks in lake and pond
Not a sketchbook of our needs and wants
Of clear direction and response
For spartan ways have gone before
And savant days are now employed
The sandpiper with its long straight beak
Ornithology, that food for thought is hidden deep
And lifted his schooner full of sherry
Good fortunes be of our repair
The seamstress of good luck and not despair
The sandpiper our friend with beady eye
Be our badge of prophecy
Waters that lap like silk around its feet
Be garments we all come to need
A harvest full of natures bounty
Sheaves so full and not just empty
Segregation of good wheat from the chaff
The mill wheel that turns on our behalf
Still estuary that feeding ground
The symmetry of flocks in lake and pond
Not a sketchbook of our needs and wants
Of clear direction and response
For spartan ways have gone before
And savant days are now employed
The sandpiper with its long straight beak
Ornithology, that food for thought is hidden deep
Published 2nd Sep 2019
Author's Note
Written for the Through the Alphabet Comp Letter (s) to include (Sandpiper Savant Sketchbook Symmetry Segregation Sheaves Silk Seamstress Sherry Spartan)
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