Fields of GrassA Poem by Michael Iam BoneThis poem is about the importance of each and every person and their story.Across the fields... Tales of things long forgotten... Look inside, what do you see? A failure?... A success?... A man's worth is weighed not in blood or gold, But by the ache of his heart, and the sweat of his brow... Your story, whether big or small, long or short, Is never unworthy of song, never unworthy of memory. The tall oaks, the mighty rivers, and the vast skies... Their place is next and equal to that of each and Every blade of grass in all the kingdoms of the land, For together they too tell a story, for they too are Of great need to all those who live under the open Skies, who drink from the lasting rivers, and who sit Under the great oaks, this I say to you in earnest. So do not falter when you are tired and weary, Do not despair when your life seems without meaning... You are worth more than all the wealth of the earth And all the stars in the sky, for you are of great strength. So long as your heart seeks joy, and your efforts are mighty, No man on this earth can pass judgement on you or your worth. You are not alone, and you are not without value. Farewell. For every blade of grass, there is a person who tells a story. Though humble and modest, it is but one stroke of a brush In the great painting that is life, ever changing, never ending...
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StatsAuthorMichael Iam BoneAltoona, IAAboutI am a writer, and I currently write mostly poetry. I hope to expand and do more later on to improve my craft and have more material to share with others. I would be glad to receive any input or advic.. more..Writing
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