the worned arm of mr smith
he raised his hand in school
poor mr smith
he raised his hand in church
mr smiths fingers arrived each day
in arthritic conflict
the pain was intense
but he could not be late

he raised his hand at work
it was to pull down a lever
yet he raised
his hand

the forest
still had green
it was getting to be
a faint green
yet it was
still green
mr smiths walk
through the forest
was a dense green
yet
it
was
still
green

mr smith
liked to walk
in the forest
swinging his arms
to a beat
he and god
only knew

they thought
him silly

but as the
angels

looked on

mr smith
raised

his
wings

Oohhh jim

That was nice

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh good Morning Mr Smith

((( Jimmy ))))

Blessed be you

Jimmy- what a delightful story

I like thisssss (Oh yeah, I'm off to google to find out 'zactly what Mr. Smith went to Washington for as I've never watched it, but once my mind landed on why "Mr. Smith" sounded familiar, I can't help seeing Jimmy Stewart acting this out.)

Nice Jim

That was rather nice

Really nice write Jimmy....the ending reminds me of the last scene in the movie "Powder"

god that ending is a killer