Small Happenings
Amanda was a young
woman,
Very petite and very
pretty
Tending bar down at the
Inn
Long blond hair and
kind words
With a sincere smile
And an honest way about
her
I watched her carry ice
in from the back
In two five gallon
buckets
After she was finished
I said, “You know,
you're the first
Person I've seen in
quite some time
Who didn't make that
ice
Look like it was heavy.
And you're just a tiny
thing.”
She smiled back and
said,
“I study the martial
arts
And I'm very strong but
it fools people,
'Cause I'm not very
big”
As she turned to help
another customer,
I watched her move with
the grace
Of a forest cat, lithe
and free,
And I thought of tnt---
Which is much force in
a little package,
Of swallows who are
very small birds
Yet every year fly many
thousand of miles
To journey between
distant continents
With great strength of
wing,
And I thought of how
the greatest portions
Of love in life are
always found
In the smallest of
happenings
Dewey Dirks
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