On many uninviting paths
lie forlorn grotesque
logs,
Trodden daily by those
Who know not their worth.
A good carver is seen in rough wood
Yet unskilled hands reserve such for fire.
ill eyes often reject
the good
Only to later regret.
So, before you discard as dirt
What for now holds no glow,
Look twice.
Better still, look carefully,
Or you will awake to discover too late
That embedded in that mess
Was a jewel you let pass.
© Frances A. Hagan 2013.
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