Bluster Too - Poem by Lonnie Hicks
We live in times replete
where mere contentiousness
where the loving soul
not knowing how to sing in the dark.
If the herd stampedes to some popular view
rather than follow
will blim and bluster shape the morrow?
Small things in years
will matter least.
Life is the shaping force;
the sculpting of character
where the difference is learned between
large and small matters;
let the small ones die
with a loving flower
and your hand will gain the golden touch
and with it the seeds
of true peace
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