My next poetry book, The Philosophical Verses (Vol. 2) will be released next week. This is one of the 50 or so pieces that will be included.
The Mustard Fields of Gettysburg
No virus of man can kill
the mustard fields of Gettysburg.
Their yellow is bright enough
to reflect it whence it came;
their sway, while soft and soothing,
is strong enough to blow it right away.
The awe and majesty they inspire
drown out fears of illness
and concerns of when work will resume,
and we take comfort in knowing they’ll return
after all of this has passed.