The Gnome
1989
He grinned up at me
Revealing crooked yellow teeth
As he slung his sack over a diminutive shoulder.
"Spirit of the Trees," he said,
"Look not to your own interests."
He chuckled as he waddled away
Carrying my fruits upon his back.
A brother offended is harder to win than a fortified city,
and contentions are like the bars of a castle.
and contentions are like the bars of a castle.
— Proverbs 18:19