Bellevue, NE, Sarpy
by ©Richard Budig, 1999
Comes the king bedecked and bejeweled
in order to show his vast importance.
Past the lowest of the lowly
with not a glance at the low-born,
nor a nod to those stooping low,
he rides upon a great white charger
prancing and huffing in the cool morn.
In the distance, just beyond the rabble,
he spies the work place of stonemasons,
and from the heights of his armored horse,
he samples a scent upon the breeze
of bread baking in a sooty hearth
beneath a thatched roof somewhere nearby.
And upon the same breeze comes to him
the contented mew of a suckling babe
nestled snugly at his mother's breast.
But on flies the king in his greatness
to his castle and his keep and his throne
where he sits and ponders mightily,
and with bitter envy, his idle hands.
[This message has been edited by broker6 (edited 12-04-1999).]