Sara Kendrick Poet Rhyme

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Power Without Being Responsible

The wind laid over night
Wars brewing didn't end
Man is still thinking of ways
To kill his brother around the bend

The temperature dropped 
And green gowns cover
Some plants and trees once again
Now many countries no longer lovers

As Forsythia's gold is replaced
With a deep green gown of late spring
A cold breeze from the north
Will soon come in as king

How many fruit trees will suffer
That have started to bloom 
Some may have established baby fruit
As least I do assume

So many countries want control 
They want minerals and black gold
Being the supreme has benefits
At least, I am told 

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Ken Martin March 26, 2026 at 7:59 AM Samael is here to say that if it tickles you pink war is away. Sara Kendrick March 26, 2026 at 10:38 AM Okay, Ken. War is not my cup of tea. I think that all countries should try to keep peace within its borders and with its neighboring countries then the whole world. Sara K

sara Etgen-Baker March 19, 2026 at 5:28 PM the world is on fire right now.....wars and rumors of wars and terrorism...makes me shudder sometimes. Faving Sara Kendrick March 19, 2026 at 5:32 PM Thank you, Sara B. Yes, it is ringing true with what the Bible has been saying all along, and I don't know, but I think it could be the end which is such a serious event. Sara K

the barefoot bard March 17, 2026 at 2:34 PM Sara Kendrick March 17, 2026 at 4:44 PM Thank you Douglas for the nice review of my work. I appreciate the visit. Sara K the barefoot bard March 17, 2026 at 2:37 PM Good day Sara Such a deficiency of self love and a system that runs on fear and greed. Well written Blessings Douglas

Andrea Dietrich March 15, 2026 at 12:53 AM War has always been horrible and on it goes. The poor victims of it. I can't fathom their suffering Sara Kendrick March 15, 2026 at 5:04 AM I would think that the common mankind's suffering would be fathoms deep. Thanks for the visit and kind review. Sara K

Valsa George March 14, 2026 at 12:11 AM We live in a world of wars. Men wield power to kill one's own brothers. Very sad. Well written! Sara Kendrick March 14, 2026 at 5:41 AM Thank you, Valsa. At times I think when will some leaders somewhere decide that our country has valuable resources. I can't imagine how horrible it is for the innocent bystanders or just regular citizens feel when they don't know when they go to bed if their home or apartment will be destroyed along with them during the night. Sara K

Frank Sheehan March 13, 2026 at 7:17 PM Brilliant poem. Great imagery. It rings of truth and captures the essence of War. Powerful pen. Enjoyed immensely. Sara Kendrick March 14, 2026 at 5:37 AM Thank you, Frank. Your comments are encouraging. Sara K