A beautiful day in spring <br />And the carters get on their way <br />To chop and fetch and carry wood <br />As is their job <br />But one carter, Chief in his own mind <br />Is bound by chains of time, <br />As is befitting he must keep his cart <br />in line with the fashion of the day <br />Naturally then all must follow his line of thought <br />And mock those who follow tradition <br />As is their nature <br />But fashion's wheels as with the carts <br />Are always moving <br />So the Carter's cart heavy with each new fashion, <br />becomes a lurid mess <br />And yet he claims individuality? <br />Isn't individuality just conformity by another name? <br />What this Carter fails to see <br />Is that regardless of the method of conveyance <br />The end result remains the same. <br />A poems still a poem be it modern or archaic. <br /> <br />(Dedicated to a certain Jefferson Carter)<br /><br />Alexander Steen Stewart<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-pretentious-carter/
