Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,746 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

The Creator's Gifts - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Harim Maxim
Created the machine gun
And Telsa created
His coil

The upper class created
The lower class
As God created the soil

And you are in my
Mind right now
Echoing in your stilettos,
But I am doing fine
Right now
Boiling in my meadows.

Newton ate the apple
That fell from its tree
As Eve enjoyed the sin
Of man
That she gave to
You and me.

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  • (10/12/2007 2:42:00 PM)

    witty, nice poem (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 12, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 16, 2011


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