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In Honor of Dr. Martin Luther King

January 16, 2017

The following poem is one I run every year at this time. I usually read it at events honoring Dr. King, but I had to turn down invitations this year to go on vacation with my husband.

With apologies to those who might find this too political.


Granite statue gazes outward,

seeks proof the dream


 I have a dream

looks for footprints

on the path to freedom

that one day on the red hills of Georgia

laments ridicule of a president

with the audacity to dream

 the sons of former slaves

sees a country

broken by religious hatred

and the sons of former slave owners

hears uncivil discord not

peaceful civil disobedience

will be able to sit down together

wonders what happened

to embracing differences

at the table of brotherhood.

abandons hope of government

for all people.

I had a dream.

Granite statue gazes outward and weeps.

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  • Reply Mary Clark January 22, 2017 at 10:58 pm

    Our path to freedom and respect is a rough road, across frozen terrain, along the edges of cliffs, through mud, in fog and gales, darkness and blinding light. Keep trekking.

    • Reply Betsy Ashton January 25, 2017 at 7:18 pm

      Without being flip (or not too flip at least), in the words of the immortal Bilbo Baggins, “the road goes ever on and on.” We take each step at a time and make progress.

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