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The Guardian
joedooey

Verdant guardians,
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bathing in the sun-sweetened milk of the mother Sky,
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illuminate paths physical and META.  
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Without them, what dull mockery of civilization would I have to endure?
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Next to them, I am still something, though in a sense a piece of this larger whole; under their reach I am drowned in care-
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quite confidence shelters me.
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27 Jun 07

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Only my first poem-wrote ems while bored at work.
 — joedooey

great symbolism here; i love this poem

in the last line i think you meant 'quiet confidence'
 — thefatwon

This poem needs clarification. Verdant guardians? Green guardians - trees? Milk left in the sun would curdle, not get sweet. Is this a poem about trees?
 — unknown

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