Thursday, March 15, 2018

Beware the Ides of March -- a "Dear Poem"

My Dear Mr. and Mrs. Ides,
 
Today I write heavy hearted for the travails and tragedies that are bound to occur in your small village today. Or is it a city birthing there in your March?
 
Your two lane roads have become expressways, your fields of green grass and purple bloom, and the crop of corn in Farmer Jones place have gone away. Ceded in their stead to what seems to be an army moving in with houses as far as the eye can see, all dress right dressed in rows of boxes.
 
This is a request for you to warn your neighbors and friends. Beware that, as the old saying goes, and I'm not putting you to blame, that the Ides there in March celebrate as if there would be no tomorrow.

And you two as leaders of your clan, and ones of my dearest friends, can make lasting change in your town.  For me this year, would you please for tomorrow, stay in, and ask the rest of the family to do so also.
 
If you'll tell yourselves, "Beware the Ides of March," change can occur.   Your neighbors soon, as the years pass, will see that this warning is becoming passé and will be a legend only.
 
"The lamb will lie with the lions" The town will no longer fear the Ides on this day, the fifteenth of March. Their City of March will have become a haven for all.
 
In good faith and a prayer
I, Dr. Jim, say to you and yours,
Beware the Ides of March

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Letter Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved

 - I'm linked with K.K. Outlawyer at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Dear Poemd
http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/03/dear-poems-typed-translation-below.html?m=1

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11 Comments:

At Thursday, March 15, 2018 5:45:00 AM, Blogger Outlawyer said...

Hey Jim, I especIally like the beginning of this poem—the ine about a city birthing there in your March—I take the march as being a march of the army of houses==agh. It is something to beware of - not of the people per se - but just the loss of habitat. Thanks so much for participating with this fun piece. K.

 
At Thursday, March 15, 2018 7:18:00 AM, Blogger Sanaa Rizvi said...

Beautifully profound, Jim!

 
At Thursday, March 15, 2018 4:02:00 PM, Blogger gillena cox said...

Luv this Jim. You turned full circle from caution to faith

Much🌼love

 
At Thursday, March 15, 2018 4:51:00 PM, Blogger Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Oh, wonderful! (If only they will listen.)

 
At Thursday, March 15, 2018 7:20:00 PM, Blogger kaykuala said...

'Beware the Ides of March' the soothsayer had warned!

Hank

 
At Thursday, March 15, 2018 8:38:00 PM, Blogger Toni Spencer said...

Wonderful letter Jim. I have seen the beautiful meadow that used to be across the road turned into rows of houses in the past three years. As long as there is money to be made I doubt the carnage will end.

 
At Thursday, March 15, 2018 9:40:00 PM, Blogger Sherry Blue Sky said...

Through the years i have watched so many miles of natural habitat fall to the relentless advancing army of houses. Sigh. Well said.

 
At Friday, March 16, 2018 4:35:00 PM, Blogger Sara McNulty said...

What an excellent poem, Jim. I love your beginning lines.

 
At Saturday, March 17, 2018 4:09:00 PM, Blogger brudberg said...

Wherever there is a soil another mansion will grow... alas

 
At Sunday, March 18, 2018 3:56:00 PM, Blogger Susie Clevenger said...

We grow more in buildings than we grow in places to plant food. A very timely and appropriate warning in this.

 
At Tuesday, March 20, 2018 9:12:00 PM, Blogger Margaret said...

a haven for all. I don't think man is capable of this...

 

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