I try not to be idealistic but with 2020 being such a hard year for us all, I feel like starting this year by giving in to my whims and dream a bit about what we could do going forward — if we had the will. To that end, I offer this poem.

LET’S TURN OUR HANDS

Let’s turn our hands to useful things
And make this land we prize
With all our sinews and our skills
A people’s paradise
Where all may have and all may hope
On factories and farms
Brothers, it’s time to raise our hearts
And time to drop our arms.

Let’s turn our hands to gentle things
To stroke a maiden’s hair
To lift a baby shoulder high
To ease an old man’s care.
Too long — how long — we’ve spent our strength
On wars and war’s alarms
Brothers, it’s time to raise our hearts
And time to drop our arms.

Let’s turn our hands to loveliness
That each of us may know
From fires we did not recognize
Creation’s kindling glow
So we may grow in nobleness
To match our country’s charms
Brothers, it’s time to raise our hearts
And time to drop our arms.
~~by Joe Wallace, Canadian Poet (written around 1956)!!

Anything is possible if we join together and head in the same direction!