By L. S. Heatherly
We shall know the truth--
That truth is known far less
In pursuit of happiness!
Far more in paths through maze
That lead us to our children's joys.
No more to gun's false fate deploys!
Away from greed, wealth and power;
Into childhood's endless showers
Of growth upon all family ways.
This, down through ancient, human hours;
This human spring comes, still, again.
As long as this may, still, remain
Our true, highest, human power.
Copyright 2016 L.S. Heatherly
