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"A Prayer in Spring" by Robert Frost
Under What Flag?
(free verse)
Genetics can do
Nothing but prove that we're all
a huge family
Pride
(Haiku)
One thing I have always been taught is to be proud
Of where you have come from and where you were born
For if no one else will defend your heritage, your culture, your unique past
Then who on God's green Earth will?
(Poem of Choice)
(Narrative)
A great thanks to my many ancestors
The grateful many that have happened
To contribute to my birth
For it is a glorious thing to be alive
So I must thank them for having built
This strange new world with their hands
And now having gone to dust
Not having anyone to thank them
They have built these buildings,
These houses, homes, and walls
Cities, streets, and bridges
Tapestries of their work unfolded.
The blood that flows within these veins
Emerged from battling tribes on open plains
Each tribe met with anger and strife
To keep their children safe and with life
They did not trust each other
Neither called either "brother",
Definitely not these new-found neighbors
Who were they, these queer strangers?
Each tribe, pitted each against
Their weapons and energy finally spent
The dead then collapsed to the soft earth
The survivors surrounding a flame-lit hearth.
Two would emerge
After the fight,
One from each group,
Late at night.
They weren't their parents,
Not hateful or furious.
Towards one another,
They were simply curious.
They would spend the night together
Each feeling light as a feather
Their love tying them together
Each wanting it to last forever
Nine months later, a baby was born,
As newlyweds from each tribe
The tying of them giving off a vibe
Of ecstasy that was sounded with a horn
And so on through the ages,
That I can imagine that my ancestors were united,
Split, multiplied, and united
Until I was born.