CHEEP, CHEEP

                                                                        
                                                                    CHEEP, CHEEP

                                                        "The world," wrote Wordsworth, 
                                                        "is too much with us."
    
                                                        Recently, on an early Sunday morning, 
                                                        following a good Saturday night's rain, 
                                                        we went outside to fetch the morning paper.

                                                        The grass was dewy green, the air cool, 
                                                        the morning silent...
                                                        except for the distant crowing 
                                                        of a cock, God's morning bugler.

                                                        And ever so often, a mother bird flew 
                                                        fromher nest leaving behind her infant 
                                                        chorus echoing their melodic strains of 
                                                        "cheep, cheep-cheep, cheep."

                                                        Alas, our bureaucratic, computerized society 
                                                        is too much with us.

                                                        "Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers
                                                        Little we see in Nature that is ours."