TOMORROW IN FITZROY 28.10.12
BURNED IT DOWN (A HARVEST ENVIRONMENTAL POEM)

WHEN A BABY FALLS

Prodigal Son

When a baby falls

There's no degradation

There’s no embarrassment

No condemnation

When a baby falls

There's no rejection

No last chance threat

There's no dejection

There's a father running

And a mother crying

With deep sense of joy

At a child who is trying

Arms held out lo lift her

To teach her to walk tall

He's loved until he runs

When a baby falls.

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