Village Pot

Bring a community together..what should you bring...

 The grey clouds of all my troubles..

dimmed out the sunshine of hope with depression shutters..

each hung their heads in a defeated poise...

not willing to raise a I need help voice...

 A small pot appeared in the middle of the ville...

the stranger sat next to it with nothing to fill..

 a young lad wandered up to examine the pot..

asked the stranger what he got......

I feel there is no warmth here to go around

so I brought this pot to help out the town..

the young boy looked up and said..you will need a bigger pot then that..

so off he went on a mission..

came back with a larger pot from his Mothers kitchen..

soon the young lad and the stranger went to work..

a fire was built and water to stir..

but the young lad soon found .... under the heat..

boiling water with nothing to eat...

the strange said ..oh it's all well....

soon the quite voices here will have a story to tell...

and true to the strangers words..

folks came from their houses and went to work..

a little of this and a little of that..

folks started helping and began a chat..

friendship was made and depression be goned..

with a happy meal under their belt they found were not alone..

No one saw when the stranger left...

but they thanked the wind for his presence and the wight of their chest.

 

Author's Note

a story line within a poem... grammatical errors..just let them go.