Here's a little something I threw together several years ago. I think it's one of my better pieces, actually, but you be the judge.
Drinking muddy water from a mason jar,
letting it all soak in
This is my life,
the sunny side of this hard land.
I till the soil of the seeker's vision,
fertilize their imaginations to
A mosquito lands upon my arm,
I crush it with my hand
and somewhere a dragonfly dies
for the sustenance I have extinguished.
Ripples appear in the pond's surface
as a slumbering mystery decomposes
hidden among the muck,
unknown to the minds of modernity.
Slide sideways through the hallways
Our world is always remarkable
through the unshaded eyes of innocence.
yet unremarkable to the rose-tinted vision
of the unperceptive plebeians of plebiscite.
You know this means something,
but don't ask me what,
for I'm just the poor farmer
laughing at the idiocy of it all.