oh tiny country <br />built to scale <br />once you were writ large <br /> <br />now you're a favorite charm <br />on a charm bracelet shaken <br />by infinitesimal barley breezes <br /> <br />or if someone sneezes <br />setting off alarms <br />in my heart for you <br />I will stand guard in <br />my nonentity <br /> <br />since I love it goes without saying <br />your amethyst ant hills <br />still. <br /> <br />your small pears' windfall <br />in a golden heap <br />disturbs the sleep of gnats <br /> <br />and I long to kick <br />all your toy barricades down <br />knowing God is the owner of <br />the Great and minuscule <br /> <br />and how have you withered, then from <br />what He made? <br /> <br />but I remember once the sheer <br />undulating and the free emerald of your plains <br />sustained my childlike song and not <br />the woe and weal of these your roped in <br />ripped off <br />fields, your fields, your fields<br /><br />mary douglas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lilliput-or-something-like-it-somewhere/
