 I saw a robot in the garden today.
It asked me to come and play. But I thought that was a ruse because its battery needed juice. So I asked, Do the birds need feed or is there anything else they need? And it replied, No, just bring the charger so I can stay here longer. And I asked, What about the plants and flowers? and it replied, I’ve been weeding those for many hours. I pressed on, What about the beans and tomatoes corn, squash, and potatoes? Then the robot made bold to say, Come to the garden and bring a sack and I’ll show you how to harvest the veggies and bring them back! (c) 2019 Larry Kilham Look at the lilies
drawing hummers. Look at the irises gathering bees. Look at the roses shading ladybugs. Let us lie down in the scented, buzzy air. Beyond are the trees, the oceans, the mountains. Let us all be one. (c) 2019 Larry Kilham The migrating birds wheel in the sky
Where are they headed? Or have they arrived? They follow nature’s primal drive. Closer to home, the yard birds are free and hop about with impunity. They have lost the call of the wild – each is now civilization’s child. Now as Earth shifts and warms all birds must sense the alarms. The dodo birds are now extinct - scary because all species are linked. I hear the migrating birds take wing and the innocent songbirds sing while we humans search for eternal spring. ©2019 Larry Kilham  I climb the mountain
to see the far horizons. I see the hawks circling below and imagine human dramas in the valleys. The air is crisp and clear but my eyes are dimmed. There is an upwelling inside me and what I see is a totality of me. © 2019 Larry Kilham The eagle circled over land and sea.
Cried he: “Earth belongs to no one – Not even me.” The people said, “But Earth is ours and we create technology.” But cocooned in the digital matrix their freedom slipped away while the eagle circled free. We should dream to soar like the eagle so we can swoop and cry with glee taking flights of our imagination as far as we can see. © 2019 Larry Kilham I am starting new with spring
listening to the arriving birds sing. The last of the snow meanders in streams revealed by their trickles and gleams They flow among the budding willows but so far there are no minnows. A busy little bird is building a nest so I’ll move on for a place to rest. Under the apple tree with its first bloom that’s where I will dispel my winter gloom. © 2019 Larry Kilham I wander in the woods on a path to somewhere distant. I stop where I can pause to wonder in the serenity of the mute forest. I view a far-off place through the trees and create a new place for my mind to float in relaxation and mysteries and return home refreshed. © 2019 Larry Kilham  Chickadee, chickadee
flicking glances at me. Chickadee, dee, dee you flit carefree On the coldest day you’re out to play. or at least to eat my seeds so sweet. © 2019 Larry Kilham |
Larry KilhamLarry Kilham is a Sloan School of Management graduate from MIT, received three patents, and has founded two high-tech companies. He comes from a family with strong interests in nature and explores how high-tech humankind can thrive symbiotically with nature. His poetry is a promising approach and has been well-received. Categories
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