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AN EPIC POEM


A New World Poem

August 1997


Part I.  Departing Old Continentis


In seventeen hundred and sixty-six

Two brothers lived in the kingdom of Ias

Where spreading throughout were momentous thoughts

As lands were discovered across the oceans

Creating such visions in many men’s minds

That the brothers decided to seek new horizons.


Kreation and Growth were the brother’s names

Ias was in the south of Old Continentis

Ruled by kings for hundreds and hundreds of years

As news arrived of the lands from sources

Kreation and Growth knew they now must chance

And leave Old Continentis for new senses.


Why leave their home lands

Was it for monies

For discoveries

Leaving oppressions

Why now from Ias

To New Continentis?


Part II.  Traveling to New Continentis


That year the brothers Kreation and Growth

Left the port Momanddad in the north

On board the new rough boat Nowthislife

Manned by a mixed crew, some very tough

Others kind, loving, with much warmth

And the captain was a man named Timeth.


A far and through stormy seas Nowthislife traveled

Along the way lightning splintered the deck’s wood

But after constant effort and Timeth’s guide

And much swaying windward and leeward

A crippled bird and a half-moon signaled

Their arrival on time at the new land.


Good feelings of new

Of exploration

New dawns radiant

Senses in change

Leading to good, to what?

To new intellects

Traveling onward.

 

Part III.  Arriving at New Continentis


Nowthislife sailed into Port Onyourown

A bustling, energetic harbor town

Full of danger and opportunities

Not the same comforts in Old Continentis

Kreation and Growth walked about Port Onyourown

With only themselves from what had once been.


Port Onyourown streets were full of travelers

From Old Continentis and many other places

There for the same reasons as Kreation and Growth

Hoping that Port Onyourown would lead to wealth

But Port Onyourown was only a beginning

To different destinations and an ending.


Once here, the best choice

For all travelers

Is to now depart

To continue on

To the better place

By work to inner worth.


Part IV.  Building Their Farm


Port Onyourown was not the destination

So the brothers then set off for their dream

They continued to their farm called Thisisme

They arrived in the County Naandnurture

Where land for Thisisme is located

And the brothers could begin their future. 


Arriving at their land in Naandnurture

Kreation and Growth set about to build

A strong foundation to support the structure

That would become their farm called Thisisme

They worked diligently as they knew they must

To bring about a completed edifice.


Disorder can reign

So can dirty clouds

Imagine what can be

To get happiness

A strong solitude

Is the sought attitude.


Part V.  Harvesting


Farm Thisisme is now quite productive

With new fields under cultivation

Giving satisfaction to many needs

That Kreation and Growth started with

Now some forty or more years ago

In the Kingdom of Ias, Old Continentis.


Fruits, grains, meats, and vegetables produced

Year after year for a lifetime by Thisisme

Many benefitted, including Kreation and Growth

By Thisisme’s long productivity

The farm became a model for all to see

Meeting requirements in New Continentis.


Potentialities abound

Each and every day

Hold on to those met

Substance will follow

From deep, deeply down

The source of much known.


Part VI.  Community 


Thisisme has become of community

Kreation and Growth have made the marks

To look out about Thisisme you will see

Something new, permanent, of wide acceptance

Very much a part of the entire county

A major missing state in Old Continentis.


Kreation and Growth have been thinking back

On their journey from Ias to Thisisme

And their parents and neighborhood left behind

How natural it now seems for this trip

For them to have taken as they have grown

And moved surely through adulthood to full age.


Eminence now glows

In some catholic way

All men can be proud

Only they must decide

For a universe

Of certain heaven.

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