The Snowglobe Poem by Edmund V. Strolis

The snow globe is not confined to the rut of habit. I recall the movie six days seven nights. Harrison Ford is this cynical pilot taxiing honeymooners and others here and there. At one point this exchange occurs. Quinn: They come here looking for the magic, hoping to find romance, when they can't find it anywhere else. Robin: Maybe they will. Quinn: It's an island, babe. If you didn't bring it here, you won't find it here. The snow globe is a state of mind. Recognize the demands of this modern world. Reject them outright. No twice told tales will do. My friends are conservatives and liberals. I am independent, everything must be judged on a case by case basis. This business of painting individuals with a wide brush is ignorance. Liberals believe that John Lennon was a liberal and so do conservatives. They are both wrong, in many ways he was a husband first. Imperfect-true. Like all of us. He was a free thinker in the truest sense and in many ways a traditionalist. No lemming or cookie cutter ideology, how refreshing that is. I have no time for the same old divisions that plague this country. So many are all too ready to demonize somebody else based on prejudices and pre-conceived notions I say know why you know what you know and make and allowance for being wrong. Than you see no snow globe can confine you. You are free of the shackles of ignorance. You are fluid and exceptional. Your sons would do well to embrace Kipling's if.and as Emerson says Finish your day and be done with it........