Poem about the state of the nation

Aug. 9, 2017 at 5:42 p.m.

Editor, the Advocate:

Flowers of a nation, they wither and grow.

Physical hesitation, as cold as the snow.

Life preservation, to die or be killed.

Healing of a nation, sometimes better, be still.

Ashley M. Johnson, Victoria



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