Hans Ostrom

Silver Star - 3,901 Points (1954 / California)

Mist, Earthquake, Grace - Poem by Hans Ostrom

If the mist lifts,
Let me know.
Meantime, I will
Be inside.

If the Earth shifts,
I’ll lie low.
I never liked that
Liquid ride.

If God sends gifts,
I won’t say No.
One must assume
They’re bona fide.

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  • (12/31/2007 10:57:00 AM)

    I like the way you have tied these three stanzas together. As I said in my 'God's Gifts'....'Not all gifts fit\Or are the right color you see.' Happy New Year.
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 20, 2011

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