Some say you can't tell anything
from the language that people use,
that Eskimos in fact have no
more words for snow than we,
nor Anglo-Saxons more
for cut, stab, thrust,
and the fact that our words for animals
when we eat them, beef, pork,
poultry, all come from French
doesn't prove they're better
cooks or bigger carnivores,
any more than 23 acronyms
for laughter shows that texting
teens just want to have fun,
but when I hear my carful of 2nd graders
from Sandy Ford Montessori School
making up names for the sun,
and the moon, and the stars that only
come out when you're camping and the fire
goes out, and you turn off your flashlights
while your mother holds you in her arms,
I can't help but believe
that not only is there hope for us all
but that the hope we have
is only really hope
when we can put it into words.
© by Scott Owens.
Used with the author's permission.
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