Yellow paper making out of us Pharisees- and <br />Other plagiarisms in the church- <br />While our grandmothers rested in graveyards, <br />And the cars drove <br />Around underneath the bumble bees: <br />And the fires roared, and scattered the deer <br />And the other wildlife in a lurch- <br />And the tourists, crowding the ice-cream parlors <br />Down the slopes from the mountains <br />Could not sit still any longer- <br />And the barbers looked up the slopes as all kinds <br />Of children of god came running down.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-slopes-from-the-mountains/
