When a Man Marches

All week I have been thinking about the impact of Martin Luther King Jr. on the very fabric of our existence in today’s world. Monday saw the birthday of this honorable man and I couldn’t help but wonder what our lives and even more, our world, would look like without his work.

And in that thinking I wrote this down…

When a Man Marches

by Liz Tailor

When a cause becomes too lofty to stay seated on the ground

When the innocent are battered and are smacked across the brow

When the freedom’s everyone deserves are taken from the “free”

Do you stand aside in blindness just refusing what you see?

That’s when a man marches.

Are you scared to speak and scared to yell and scared to raise your hand?

Is the world too rough to carry on, so rough that you can’t stand?

Do you feel betrayed by people who have vowed to raise you up?

Are you praying for a clean way out, are you crying, ‘That’s Enough!”

That’s when a man marches!

It was hot that day in August when the tide began to turn.

With laces tied the people walked knowing how the hatred churned.

Men and women less than they might stop and turn around.

Men and women greater than they had lied upon the ground.

But those who marched knew well the pain a country can inflict.

Yet still they marched upon the soil, though danger near the mortal coil.

A dream was dreamed and given voice and all who heard it had one choice.

To stand and fight or back away, though who would choose the latter?

I ask you now what you would do if given such a matter…

Because THAT’S WHEN A MAN MARCHED!!

There’s a Giant in my Pantry

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By Liz Tailor

A giant’s foot is in my pantry.
And I don’t know how or why.
I tried to ask him yesterday,
But his head brushes the sky.
I said, “Hey there, Mr. Giant,
Just a question if you please?
How’d your foot get in my pantry?”
But my question reached his knees.

Everyday I’d try again
To ask the giant how he came.
Pretty soon I just grew tired.
And the question hurt my brain.
Just how in life the largest men
That I had ever seen,
Got his foot stuck in my pantry?
I just had to know the scheme…

The Road Not Taken

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Robert Frost’s The Road Not Taken is my very favorite poem. It’s uplifting and inspiring. And in dark times it always conforts me.

The Road Not Taken-Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler long I stood
And looking down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth

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Then took the other as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

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I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence
For

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