family poetry

they threw a stone, you threw a stone
desolate and lone
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
the lightning flashed, and lifted
some one complained to the master
burly, dozing humble-bee
which keeps
see, they return
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
listen to the sounding sea
in the cloud-gray mornings
all day to watch the blue wave curl and break
he came and took me by the hand
let us plant