Sam
Sam is my friend,
An amicable one,
Smiling always,
At everyone
A thriving mustache,
With snow white hair,
Those smiling eyes,
And a tanned, tired face.
The rough, warm hand,
A special connection,
A unique spark
A symbol of friendship.
Peace is his dream,
His biggest will,
A day without poverty,
A moment without hatred.
Sewing up rips,
Fixing cracks,
Mending relationships,
Like what fishermen do,
to their very own nets.
Hunting for words,
His whole life through,
Drowning in pool of adverbs,
Swimming in the sea of nouns.
Then add in humor,
And pour in thoughtfulness,
Then sprinkle on top
A kind, caring heart.
Sam is my friend,
An old wise buddy,
Who gives birth to a duckling.
But not a moose.
Amazon.com Review
Sometimes, even in the middle of ugliness and neglect, a little bit of beauty will bloom. Award-winning writer Paul Fleischman dazzles us with this truth in Seedfolks–a slim novel that bursts with hope. Wasting not a single word, Fleischman unfolds a story of a blighted neighborhood transformed when a young girl plants a few lima beans in an abandoned lot. Slowly, one by one, neighbors are touched and stirred to action as they see tendrils poke through the dirt. Hispanics, Haitians, Koreans, young, and old begin to turn the littered lot into a garden for the whole community. A gift for hearts of all ages, this gentle, timeless story will delight anyone in need of a sprig of inspiration.
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Seedfolks
