Ben Burton Poet Rhyme

Burying the Hatchet

Burying The Hatchet
©Ben Burton 4/7/2018

When burying the hatchet, make it deep
Thus none who travels by might ever see
That designee of senseless, squandered time
Wherein the guilt lies not in any crime
Save arrogance or stubborness gone wild
Which should have been abandoned as a child
The path that leads us to maturity
Yields tolerance for those who disagree
For rancor clouds the hearts and souls of men
And festers, making enemies of friends
Much better to omit uncommon ground
Since harmony exists in huge amounts
Still, civil disagreements can be good
If hatchets are confined to chopping wood

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Ben Burton April 8, 2018 at 10:30 AM Thank you, Arturo. That's nice to hear, as my poems rarely evoke comment. :-) Best to you, as well, sir.

Arturo Michael April 7, 2018 at 1:53 PM Excelente poem...Loved the style and message...All the best Ben...