Once upon a time,
there lived a family of four.
There were always disputes and quarrels
behind the door.
All four brothers
stood firm and high,
while the father looked back at them
with a sad little sigh.
With all failed attempts
to resolve the fight,
he would teach 'em a lesson
to set them right.
"Go fetch a bundle of sticks,
just near the cattle!
Lemme teach you all a lesson—
a lesson to never battle!"
As they trudged along their paths,
under their breath they mumbled,
"Now what are these for?!"
They groaned, and they fumbled.
In the house, the father
told them to break the lot.
They tried and tried and tried,
but in the end, could not.
Then the father said,
"Now, break a single one."
In just a matter of seconds,
it was already done.
Now this is where they realize the moral of the story...
When we are together,
we are strong and hard.
We have the gift of unity—
thank the Lord!
When we are divided,
we are easy to break.
But when we are united,
a good team we make.
"Now do you realize
the mistakes you've made?
Now do you realize
the values you can take?"
"Yes, we do—
we're proud to say!"
My first poem, dated back to maybe a hear ago!
