Harbinger of the Times
Harbinger of the Times
The time had come in Little Town for a big change.
Harbinger for Little People sat back to watch.
People at first thought he was just a bit too strange,
His stamina and courage took him up a notch.
He decided to fight for them and run the race.
Most thought he was just kidding, just playing around,
But he stuck to it, often not showing much grace.
Against all odds he did his best, fought for the town.
He then promised to conquer for them that stone wall,
He would also make sure the other town would pay.
Many laughed, most said it was not possible at all.
Yet he did not back down, we need it he would say.
They began to listen to him, then to realize
They liked things he said, things they, too, often had said.
He began to look quite different in their eyes
And they found he had good ideas in his head.
More and more people began to give him support.
They watched him beat all the competition in line,
Watched, listened and read each and every report.
People were encouraged, saw he was doing fine.
It was a toss up, close race with many new starts
Yet surprise and joy came with notifications
That the ol’ Harbinger had won many hearts.
And he vastly exceeded their expectations.
He gave the people courage to speak out and stand,
Stand up for what they believed in and knew was right.
The Little People’s voice was growing, it was grand.
They gained more courage as he won night after night.
Sentiment and momentum was quickly growing
As he pushed on till trodden pathways had broken.
Little Town saw a moral victory was now showing
For the Little People had finally spoken.
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© 2016 Phyllis Doyle Burns
I have always liked to write.It is important to me that writing comes from my heart and soul. When writing poetry, if I do not feel a spiritual connection to what I am writing on, I will discard it and go on to something I can connect with on a spiritual level. I live in the moment, I write from the past or beyond the veil. When writing fiction I go with whatever inspires me at the moment - it could be funny, sorrowful, romantic or sometimes done with the use of colloquial language from mountain folk or other cultural regions.
I began writing content online in 2007, starting with BellaOnline - A Voice For Women, where I was the Native American Editor, Folklore & Mythology Editor, and the Appalachian Editor. I also wrote articles forThe Examiner, Daily Two Cents, and Yahoo. I am currently an author on HubPages.
Most of what I write takes a lot of research and I love it. Even if it is a fictional story, I will research for accuracy in whatever it takes to make my characters, their era, their location, etc. become realistic to the reader.
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Yes and change is what you’ll get, hopefully the much needed changes that will inspire a nations to heal and again prosper. Nicely penned Phyllis of the move away from the status quo.
I only pray it is change for the better, much better. Thank you, Tony, I appreciate it.
Wow! Very good stuff, Phyllis! I’m impressed.
Ah haha – I was waiting for your opinion on this, Will. Thank you so much – I appreciate it.
Hmm..I had my reservations early on, but gradually my opinion has changed especially after his acceptance speech. I am now optimistic that things will change and hopefully improve for everyone in a “Little Town.” Well written, Phyllis.
Thank you, John. We all had reservations for the longest time. It was a choice of the lessor of two unsure problems or not vote. To not vote would be the wrong thing. The more we heard from him the more sure we felt he is the right choice. As to what happens now…. we wait and see. Those who voted for him are confident and have faith in a new and better government. Thanks for reading and commenting, it was not an easy task to write this poem to rhyme with the right inferences. So glad you said, “well written” – that means a lot to me. Thanks again.