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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I am the spirit, That lives in the hearts of those, Who still see value in keeping strong communities Where good deeds are never spoken of, As they are so woven into the fabric of daily life, The need never arises. if you are lucky enough to live in such a community, You may be able to help me find more hearts, To dwell in, As I am fading away, And soon may be but a memory, Lost to the winds of eternity. To help you understand what is at stake, Come closer, I have a story from a land far far away, Where the future of communities like yours hung in the balance. Once upon a time, there was a king, Who ruled a kingdom from his castle at the top of a hill, He ruled it the same way, as all those, Who lived there before him had done, Without compassion, Unable to forgive any villager who trespassed, And with no empathy for the plight of the villagers living, A life of subsistence, at the bottom of the hill. How could he have done things any other way, When there had been no-one to show him a different way, With his heart beating, Only with Love of himself, his castle, And the power he had over the villagers below. Then one day a miracle happened, One night the castle was gutted by fire, With nowhere for the king to rest his head, And nothing left to eat, Not even a blade of grass. The king could be seen shaking in his boots, For fear of what the villagers would do to him Now that all his soldiers had run of into the night. The villagers soon arrived, And the King could not believe his eyes, When, they came armed not with pitchforks and cudgels, But with hot soup and bread, And blankets to warm him on the outside. In the coming days and weeks, There were even bigger surprises for him, As the villagers started to re-build his castle for him. STOP said the king, I once heard of a thing called a community hall, If you could be so kind as to turn my castle into one.
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