Poem March 20, 1965 ISSUE

THE AGELESS ONES

Norma MacDow Kemon

Moving among the toilers,the roughened hands,the bent shoulders,the set lips,Dancing in and out among them—Behold, the children!

Above the groans and sighs,the excuses,the forebodings,the complaints,The clear fresh songs and laughter—Hark, the children!

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