We come as poets
proffering words of hope and expression
the lessons we learn have burned themselves
into each other’s hearts and minds.
All for the cause of community,
a unity of blessed souls joined
in worded wonder. No animus
or vitriol, not wresting control
of another. Rhyming and sharing
as sisters and brothers of verse.
There is no better “army” than this.
And surely, there’s no worse!
(C) Copyright 2014 – Walter J Wojtanik
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The title is a line from Connie L. Peter’s poem “2014″
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I still love this poem, Walt. It sings.