thanks for being strength in my weakness <br />thanks for being hope in my despair <br />and mores, thanks for being there <br />when light walks away from the forest <br /> <br />along the long lonely snaking road <br />are cascading pike-peak thorns <br />they hurt the foot at where none can care <br />all you can hear are crickets singing their dirges <br />when we call for ululation to heal the hurts <br /> <br />when the sun rises as it usually does, <br />and the cock crows at the hour it can; <br />when the apostolic minister rings the church bells <br />and the congregation begins to sing the 'martins', <br />hear it again, it's me saying once again, many thanks.<br /><br />Padmore Enyonam Agbemabiese<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-saying-thanks/
