Walking in the woods after sunset I noticed company on the secret path. Above and around were mosquitoes, Poised to take a peace of me. Safer it could be to face a snake Then carriers of the West Nile Virus. How is it that such tiny things Dare to challenge a giant's stance. When we look only at something’s size, It's true significance is missed. Like the mosquitoes bringing disease, Sinful habits can drain a person’s spirit. If one seeks the true value of life, Then watch out for the tiny stuff Because those are the matters that Determine the real value of the walk. By Alan T. Stokes August 22, 2002Note: This was written during the Summer of 2002 when the West Nile Virus disease was the health matter that was the center of attention. This disease is blamed on the deaths of more than 12 people to date this year.
Saturday, June 28, 2014
Tiny Stuff
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Alan Stokes Poetry,
Nature,
Poem
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