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Talking To My Friend
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Talking
to my friend one day
I told of two sad men,
Hunters with a gun
Harmed so
By what they'd done.
As
two soaring birds
Victims of their hunt
Were shot and felled,
Suddenly their hearts did ache
For life, so needlessly, quelled.
Then
my friend whispered
These words to me.
When you, again, see
The hunters, sad for their deed
Give this word from me.
The
birds died not in vain
The hunted, they did give.
They gave their life
So you the hunter
Might better live.
The saddened heart
And pang of guilt
The feel of shame
Has served you well
In this Life game.
Always thank your adversities.
For what seems so wrong
Is quite oft the key
To once again
Flying high and soaring free.
Copyright © 2002 Sucarha
All Rights Reserved
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photo credit . . . "This picture taken January 2001, on the jetty where the waters of the Intercoastal join with the sea. Casey Key, Florida." |
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