FLY NOW Little dear with your horns all up in a knot time has made patterns all through the land small boys growing, becoming small men soldiers standing with feet flat on earth go on and fly now dig up the sandbox that lines the sky go and ascend or you will not learn how sturdy man with your musket, ready to shoot your playing ground is the same as theirs was small men shooting and showing and falling badges awarded to shreds of a nation go on and fly now dig up the sandbox that lines the earth go and ascend or you will not fall here Written in 2003. Poetry