The Ancient Greeks

 

 

          .…………...as the Sun began to dip upon horizon,

two seated there upon a field now furrowed,

     claimed the breath they had exhaled,

          a field of wheat and barley sewn,

               for a multitudes return,

 

   a wizened one upon his Son,

smiled upon his friend the Sky,

     as a Column said hello,

 

     the mead satiated thirst,

but was warm upon the heat,

   a Column there and still with smile,

      opened the faucet to the lake,

 

     a meadow chose was lush, now to bargain no necessity to hunger,

‘not two, but three,’ headed home in victory,

   while food began to grow,

      the birds did glide as we understand – not drowning there but waving,

 

                  and then a mumble afore three chuckling clowns,

                                                    ‘now about that allegory of the cave???’

 

 

Michael J Waite 16th May 2023.

(I very rarely take from others works but here, I have referenced Stevie Smiths poem, 'Not Waving But Drowning.' I am tipping my hat off. Hope that is okay. Great poem by the way).