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a silent witness
I long to be the poplar, content and free,
rooted deeply, yet untethered by notice.
Ignored by hurried gazes, I stand tall,
absorbing the land's whispered stories—
looming in harmony with light's perfect touch,
each season painting angles upon my slender form.
My shadows dance, refreshing the weary,
their fleeting steps passing through,
always bound for elsewhere.
At the horizon’s edge, I rise—a quiet complement,
a stalwart sentinel to life's endless journey.
This excellent poem needs to
This excellent poem needs to be read by evey bullied kid in public or private schools. I wish such a poem had been available during my most difficult time---February 3rd, 1969 to June 7th, 1974.
Starward-Led [in Chrismation, Januarius]
Thanks for that encouraging
Thanks for that encouraging thought. Pity the internet wasn7t the way it was back then as it is now. I can only hope that we can and have and continue to support those in need in our active days.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
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