So I showed them things.
Not much that was spectacular, in fact,
more the usual, ordinary stuff
like wild flowers, birds and seeds,
the daily chores, you know, sweeping,
baking, planting, fishing, getting along.
I simply pointed them to what was always
out there and then told them to “Go figure…”
I guess they did, or did their best at least,
because they kept on coming back for more,
more of them too, until the crowds
began to draw attention,
began to look, to some, like mobs,
began to worry those who worry about such scenes.
It didn’t take them long – never does –
to detect some kind of threat,
something to be got rid of before it got too late.
The rest, of course, is history.
Or was.
— J. Barrie Shepherd
