there is a
sense shared
by the ordinary
by the down trodden
folk
a misty common
thread
which warms my
heart
it
comes from the
acceptance
without question
of
participation with
in reason
in
and the
stewardship and grace
with which
we provincial
people
care for
serve and endure
the master
callous society
washing the feet
of those that
mock us
for therein lies
mean comfort
unheralded
derived from
the shared travails
and tolerances of
we
silhouettes
we outlines of
objects
seen against that light
we arrive pressed
cut out
forged
ready
willing
and clothed in that
consolation
that while
radicals
of all sorts seek
to inflame
to mislead
and then rise
to power on these
our well bronzed
backs
we hold the truth
not promised
yet
brought the hard labored
about what can be done in one day
versus
what can be done with one mind
when we are
willing to
believe as
our children
that we are heroes
we will no
longer
carry that water
so endure
human kind
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