Thursday, 6 September 2018

If Only We Could

by Lisa Fields

I have this yearning
for all the young men and women in
olive drab and polished boots
faces intent, minds sharply focused
to lift, with those fine-tuned muscles
the well pumps for the ravaged villages that have no water
set the poles, install the wiring
lay the brick and
trowel the mortar
 rebuild schools, community centers
follow the elders through garden patches,
planting just as the women show them--
 to bend and lift and carry
sacks of seed and meal,
buckets of milk from goats in the pen
dig the ditches
apply their teamwork,
the discipline,
the skills--
turned away from F-16s and rocket launchers
tanks and missiles--
turned into the work
of making the broken whole
around the world
How great my American pride would be
if only we could…

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Lisa Fields lives in Southwestern New Mexico. Writing poetry expresses her desire to be immersed in a state of balance. Her inspiration comes from the joy of wild places and the challenge to live happily in the domesticated world. She is a contract writer for Quirine Ketterings, Professor of Nutrient Management in Agricultural Systems, Cornell University, Ithaca, NY. In her home state of NY, Lisa served the farming community as an Extension educator for 10 years, and then worked for 10 years as a self-employed advisor.

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