A good, kind and simple man, to the world, he seemed to be. But if they could look through my eyes, a Hero they would see. With strong and calloused hands, he worked from dawn till dusk, without groaning or complaints, doing what he must. He could take a simple piece of wood, then cut, plane and sand. A masterpiece, he would create from his artist's hands. Heroes are examples, of the people we should be, applauded, praised and inspiring, looked up to for all to see. But when I think of Heroes, my mind wanders to the past. I see an honest carpenter, who put his own needs last. By Kathie Stehr [email protected] |
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