The Dream Takers

this is one of my favorites, written by my fellow blogger; Richard Ankers;

Richard M. Ankers - Author

When the dust settles,
The seeds of another’s wind
Gathered upon furrowed brows,
We shall have won.
It may not taste like victory,
Sound like victory,
Nor even feel it,
But we shall.
We shall stand alone, yet united,
Gazing out across the ruined fields
Of once dreams and hopes,
With plans and belief:
Rebuild, regrow, renew.
The others won’t,
And for that we pity them.
But not for long.

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