Rare, Precious And Beautiful Poem by james watkin

Rare, Precious And Beautiful



As one, scorns his part kicked up
Herded track's, for foul clods
I say, I'm not the gross world's;
But, rather, am I God's!

That one, of learned behaviours
Fear-driven, tugged and tamed.
With stamp of individual worth
A hoof's only; mud-framed.

Yes, the man! Stands to restore
Its worth, by standing out
An upward facing bloom, to
Higher ideals devout.

Monday, June 17, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: poet,world
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james watkin

james watkin

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