September 4, 2008
By Jake Utter, Sharon, MA

A feeling so strong,
Of joy, not of dread,
Lays you to rest,
In the softest of beds.
A rarest of moments,
A momentous occasion,
The small times that we,
Are consoled by our nation.
A single idea,
A mass of hopes,
A desirable thing,
An illusion to most.
This one thing of awe,
The smoother of crease,
An inspirer of all,
This great thing is peace.

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kkrose117 said...
on Sep. 10 2008 at 8:09 pm
O my goodness gracious, Jake. This is pretty much amazing!! :D


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