Somewhere in the story
of an old world and the new
Some old poet song
is still a melody sweet and true

It carries all the whispers
of an ancient wisdom lost
and plucks at all the timeless cords
without the usual cost

Amble down that old dirt road
where they saw the great and green
Pick a wild onion bulb
and find a deeper, layered meaning

Set aside today instead
to hold this echo one last time
Allow their tone and tonic
to be a soothing rhyme