A hero is born not from the laurels Of glory but from crafters’ modest hands. Observe the maker in steady silence, Weaving native branches from ancient lands. The wreath prepared with flexible patience Is fitted on the brows of another To celebrate the maker’s creation Through their representation by others. by Garret Woo 1/26/2019 In response to a prompt by Cubby

Categories: 2019, January, poetry • Tags: crafter, creation, hands, hero, laurel, maker, patience