gmf@uvacs.UUCP (05/23/84)
The Old Order
The old ones for all I knew
had been there always like the Dipper.
Grandfather in his special chair
a white-haired lion at the gate.
Miss Waite the spelling teacher
shaking her finger at the tide.
Mayor Louie guiding the village
from his cave in the feed store.
Chief Herman shining his spotlight
like a comet in the night
as we practiced being grown
darting into alleys
our pockets stuffed with
inedible stolen apples.
Now that was order.
Gordon Fisher