Our 41st Year
Prize up a stone and turn it toward the sun,
Name a star and fix it in the sky.
Sift the dormant hours, one by one,
To glean a quickening dreamer drifting by.
Spell a word and tangent echoes ring,
Launch a thought, then track its scandent reach.
Sound a note…its counterpoint will sing,
Strike the flint–its very spark can teach!