With a heavy heart I went to sleep
I saw her again in my dream
Innocence oozing from her eyes
But with fierce and courage
Potent.
She grows and strides
Strides and grows
Till she gets a Pen.
She scribbled and scribbled
Scribbled and scribbled.
I woke up,drenched in sweat
And saw her standing
In front of me;
A shadow draped in darkness.
A shadow assuring me.
'I have come again
And the War is about to begin'.
In the shadow I saw
Standing there with spine erect
And head aloft
The Harriet Beecher Stowe.
Friday, January 30, 2009
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