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My name is Rob Ganson. I am, at fourty-eight, a child of the sixties. I live in the forest of Northern Wisconsin with my wife,
and muse, Donna. I have long been a proponent of peace, and conservation. As a fledgling poet, having taken up the pen only
six months ago, I feel that I owe it to my grandchildren to use my small voice to cry out, on their behalf, for the causes
that I believe in.
The Children Weep
Call my words a string of pearls
worn round the necks of the innocents
to decorate their future..adorn it
with peace
Call them a cry from the mountaintop
pleading with the monsters to cease
the destruction of our mother planet
earth
Call my pleas uninformed, as I fail
to grasp the need for violence against
our fellows, in the pursuit of oily
prophets
Call me foolish, as I fear the demise
of hope for a shining future for the
ones I bounce on my knee, for my
grandchildren
Call my cries a pursuance of whimsy,
a failure to understand why we must
slaughter mother's sons for loving
the wrong God
Call me a poet, for I would enlighten,
salve the troubled race of men, heal
with my simple gift, my songs of
Peace
Read My Poems on This Site
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