Come closer, you’re not alone.
Offering companionship for the price of the same.
Many have come and gone, but those who really care, stay.
My name may be forgotten, but who I am never is.
United in one cause, to stya together, no matter how losely.
Not lost, or if you were, not for long.
I find that the longer I live, the more I have to give
To this group of people that are family, because we have chosen to be so.
You can give what you feel is right, because that is your right, the same as me.
A community means different things to different people, but to me, it’s a group that has decided, based on blood or bond or both, that they are stronger together rather than apart.
Written for this week’s Dungeon Prompt: http://theseekersdungeon.com/2014/01/30/dungeon-prompts-season-2-week-5-community/
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I love that you wrote about Community as an acrostic poem. Your definition of Community is perfect.
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Thank you. *smiles*
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Nice, I especially like “stronger together than apart,” that is a good definition.
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Thank you. This is how I have always felt about a community.
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So true about the power of people makes the community stronger and by blood makes the bond especially special. I love this poem!!
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Thank you. *grins*
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