Nine go out today to protect
our emerald diamond,
the commons,
home,
from visitors who
menace,
swinging clubs
cut and hardened from
green forests
of ash.
They'll try to
run us out of
our home,
taking the field to
own our turf.
We'll slap
some leather and
keep them from
advancing until
we go on the
attack,
hoping to breathe
the raw intoxication of
a spring victory.
©Eusebeia Philos 2013
Written for dVerse Poets Pub ~ Poetics - SpRinG hosted by Claudia
