The Kingdom’s like a local pub,
where friends convene for merriment,
with food and drink and dance and song,
where all are welcomed to the club:
a comforting environment,
and all may freely sing along.
The Kingdom’s like a public park,
where people stroll and chat and play,
with landscape well designed to please,
where sun shines bright, it’s never dark,
a place where children laugh all day,
and all can freely take their ease.
The Kingdom’s like a hospital,
where each infirmity is healed,
with patient, therapeutic care,
where caring staff do not belittle,
a place where maladies must yield,
and fragrant kindness fills the air.
The Kingdom’s like an office park,
where we can find our perfect work,
with colleagues who respect our skills,
where everyone can make a mark,
a place where no one thinks to shirk,
and each employee feels fulfilled.
The Kingdom’s like a library,
where every answer can be found,
with shelves of books of every sort,
where those who read are made merry,
a place where wisdom will redound,
and learning is an action sport.
Copyright ©2018, Paul H. Harder II
This poem is licensed under a Creative Commons
BY-NC-ND 4.0 License.
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