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fortune tumbles
hits at the peak
and rolls down 
weathered granite
finding it's way
towards filling a need
naturally
man made concrete 
halts it's progress
a dam that does not give
for safety's sake
that's the claim it makes
while down below
the thirsty, hopeful valley
eyes the sky and cries
unlock, quench us 
with what is fair and
what is right
but this wall
does not stand to reason

peace - Rene

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  1. Brian MillerFebruary 21, 2011 at 7:03 PM

    drench the valley please...fortunes should not be dammed...smiles.

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  2. hedgewitchFebruary 21, 2011 at 8:31 PM

    Excellent on many levels--literal, personal and political. Someday the dam will break.

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  3. Casey FreelandFebruary 21, 2011 at 9:13 PM

    Nor do those controlling the wall. In our world we call them BLM. No one ever agrees on need. Ever. And so the answer is never a simple one.

    Cheers,

    Casey

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  4. Irish GumboFebruary 21, 2011 at 10:03 PM

    Need. An apt poem.

    It makes sense because we understand thirst, don't we?

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  5. Fragrant LiarFebruary 21, 2011 at 11:08 PM

    Nicely done. Need is a popular topic these days and makes me wonder why there is more need today and not less.

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  6. UnknownFebruary 22, 2011 at 10:01 AM

    Man-made walls are not usually reasonable, are they? This is tight, succinct and allusory. I read it several times over two days, liking it more with each read.

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  7. the Crow himselfFebruary 22, 2011 at 10:36 AM

    A great double meaning at the outset with 'fortune'. Some excellent understated rhyme with 'sake' and 'makes'.
    Interesting, thoughtful piece.

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  8. Sherry Blue SkyFebruary 28, 2011 at 2:19 PM

    "The thirsty hopeful valley" - so well said......wonderful impact in your closing lines. Well done!

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