A song tells Legend, Battles, Heaven's Fires!
A mural makes a forest on a wall
A book holds lives, philosophy and I'll
find every truth upon a stage of liars.
From acorns grow the tow'ring Oaken glen
and petty fear gives grief that leads to War.
Does gossip poison in its weight? No, more!
Can babes grow Kings? Does lust make fools of men?
Each small beginning, like a votive quaint,
may burn to bonfire if the fuel be fair.
May these few words then tell thee what I bear
And be a beacon, not a candle faint.
If these few simple words and deeds speak grand
they let you know how worshiped is your hand.
(c) copyright 2008 by G.Robin Smith Everett WA.
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