He stood there clear of eye,
In command of the moment.
The crowd cheered and cried,
It was clear the reason why.
His features, dark skin and eyes;
There, there is a man to inspire.
Joy and hope filled the sky:
It’s in their eyes, on their tongues, in their sighs.
The lore of old is told,
In tones of reverence and awe.
Can it be a new Camelot? How bold!
With hope and jubilation the bells toll.
His aspect says any man,
Any man with sweat of brow can aspire, can achieve.
His character moves us to stand.
The gauntlet is in hand, the race to be ran.
Take your neighbor’s hand,
Grab our hopes and dreams,
Together let us do all we can,
Peace and dreams to nurture and bloom in our land.
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Written by Kathleen Garcia
No, not a poet, but this was for my own expression.