Elma M. Rasor
Mighty Or Tiny - Poem by Elma M. Rasor
Shall we each stroll along with God?
As we view a river's flow to the sea,
For this land is our land and our might
It should tend to become our destiny!
Let us all look to that mighty oak
And to tiny humming birds and bees
They bring happiness to us gentle folk
Who need strength, perseverance & longevity!
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