"Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world." And Shelly said, "Do it now — write nothing but what your conviction of its truth inspires you to writ. ... Contemporary criticism only represents the amount of ignorance genius has to contend with."
Great Grand Da’s
I want to cut and flip sod;
Make muddy edges in saturated soil.
Feel the wood handle as it perspires,
Firm my boots in green loam that oozes
I know this is what my forefathers did
To keep warm and make ends meet.
The imagination drives this poem
Wondering if my great grand da’s
Waited on their pints in a pissy pub
Or drank it down thin into thick
Before their wives took wages
And a portion of manhood.