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Try

by Paul Hall, the second of June, 1987, Caracas, Venezuela.

In the dreaming of the living,

in the hoping of the dawn,

in the fortresses of accuracy

far from nettles' poison thorn,

in the thrilling heart's creativeness

and where statements never lie,

in the corridors of cleansing change

there lives a thing called "try"

"Try", the distance runner.

"try", a baton passing on

from one hero to another,

though a stranger, 

is not gone.

"Try", the distance runner.

"try", a baton passing on

from one hero to another,

though a stranger, 

is not gone.

You will find him

midst the homeless

or some drunkard's stinking bar

where it's heroes, now the fallen,

bore it's burden all too far.

But in the greatest distance

where life shall never die, 

they'll be sovereign o're complacency

who did a thing called "try".

 --Fine art, digital art, music, several voice introductions by me about my work, articles about my artwork and other topics such as sociology,  the cosmos, economics, education, medicine, poetry, humor, something I call premonitions, and a series about covered bridges, all by yours truly, the webmaster, Paul A.L. Hall. There are feedback, a website search engine, and exhaustive contents pages. Plus my weblogs are on site, an art school and classes.

"Try" a distance runner

Copyright (c) 1988 by Paul Hall.  All rights reserved.

in the corridors of cleansing change there lives a thing called "try"