produce of Scotland
by Hezekiah Allen Taylor

In memory of Shel Silverstein

falls from the sky
tumbles from treetops
rolls across lawns

trips Japanese tourists
beans American ones, too

plops down into pints
stopping up the tops
so that no drunken Scot
can get properly drunk

that damn wayward produce
cuts along winding dirt roads

the sheep
look so surprised
as each one
so very quietly
slips by

Francine's Version -- Hezekiah's Version
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