Cubby has provided another prompt, this time asking to finish the poem that she started like this:
A hero is born not from the laurels
Of glory but from
Here’s my effort this morning.
Who Wants to be Sung About, Anyway?
A hero is born not from the laurels
Of glory but from the dull
bloodless stories
scrawled on the walls
of ages-long labors. Stories
more boring
more slow
more common
less told.
Stories so quiet you don’t
hear them unfold.
A hero is born not from the laurels
of glory, but from prints left behind
by old boots and slippers.
A hero walks mutely through
history’s whispers.
Andy Havens 
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This is a fantastic response to the challenge. Brilliant perspective. 🙂
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Thank you. I keep thinking that the last five lines might make a much better poem all by themselves.
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You can always branch them off and create a title for a new poem. Two birds with one stone. 🙂
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