Treasure Island

Lynne FincherSpringarden


Blue Collar Scholar


Hes a Blue Collar Scholar
Hes gentle and kind

Hes strong and resilient
With a curious mind

Some are just certain
Their minds are closed doors

But the Blue Collar Scholar
Is not always sure

His mind is always open
And his heart remains pure

He's quiet and soft spoken
Not taken by rage

His spirit is free
Not trapped in a cage

Of narrow minded thinking
He's bright and he's strong

He is a nurturer of others
He can sing a sweet song

He's worked hard his whole life
He's done what he can

The Blue Collar Scholar
Is a well balanced man

He has a great gift
For tenderness and love

The gifts he's been given
From the sweet Lord above

Submitted: Sunday, February 09, 2014
Edited: Monday, February 10, 2014

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