My perception of, my joy over, my respect for the movement to place people on green pathways out of poverty is too full with histories and hopes to write of in any other form than a poem at present. Please add your history and hopes in your comments so I might represent them in future posts.

Prospers Mountain- Part 1

For in the mapping of earth story there springs sown/unsown folly,

Beings- of- course are cast to the foothills of forgotten proem.

Yet rising full bellied and ravenous of the elixir found in the valley crease,

Calling and charging "we will reform this proem, capturing the glory from its source,

we can re-carve this mountain from it's very base we've been borne to!"

One may shy from such bravery, but doubts are allayed at the calling forth of collective memory.

"Our surest sojourner has breached the guard at prospers peak before, and presently

we will reshape this mount from beneath its very feet!"

This is the banishment song of scorched tort, sore earth, and sodden humanity.

Hand over fist, hand in to fist, fearsome freedom rung clear and proud, heralded out across hearth and heartland. Let it abound!

~Kingsley Forbes