| One Small Lion Cub September, 1985 The lion's paused; ran the deer, And space, it did stand still. The cracking of the tiny twig Was heard throughout the hill. And when the slightest movement stirred The animals all fled, Except for one small lion cub Whose eyes, they did see red. This lion cub, so soon realized His everlying place. Though he was scared, and trembling, too He looked death in the face. Hunters came, and fired upon This one small lion cub, But smart he was, and ran and hid Behind a short green shrub. And there he waited patiently, Then suddenly...he pounced! It took the hunters by surprise For he came unannounced. The hunters fled into the woods Where lion friends took o'er. And all that was heard through the land Was that small lion's...roar. ~ the Professor |
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| I must tell you all that when inspiration hits, you must seize the day. Do not sit idly by and watch it slip through your fingers. Had I sat on inspiration when it struck me to write this poem, then I would not be in the situation I am today. This is the one that started it all. And now, more than 500 poems later, I have finally accomplished my dream. My first book has been published. This is what I hope all of you who are reading these words can achieve one day. Keep hope alive!! |
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