Tribute to Crop Circles
The originators of the crop circles, the most intricate, beyond any reproach,
Have sent their salutations to us earthlings, not fearing to have encroached.
Configurations, all so detailed and of an intelligence, amazing in their designs,
Sent here to this planet, are etched in open fields, all products of gifted minds.
As to whether these messages are sent to us, or to their brethren out in space,
The facts are in that they are a discovered means of a language, we all embrace.
What's said in each circle, a mystery, a conundrum, each to have a special place,
Despite our best attempts at solving them, we seem to regress, as in our disgrace.
As every newest student attempts to correspond, in hopes of another response,
Chippies with messages, of a new renaissance, are sent, in all their innocence.
Dozens of would-bes, copy their works, later shown jerks, not to be so discrete,
Tying a wooden flap to the soles of their feet, all work, so sloppy, never as neat.
My message to those ETs out there, keep up the good work, we all love to share,
Someday we'll have a great awakening, of sorts, without our cohorts, truth to bare.
We'll send letters, birthday wishes, and more, of course many questions, galore,
Be patient, our pals in space, we'll believe in you, an about face, no more folk lore.
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