The Poem of Stone Soup
They came into town battered and torn,
The soldiers hungry and worn,
Door to door looking for food,
All they got was firewood,
So a most clever plan was born.
To the creek the men marched out,
“soup from a stone” the town heard a shout,
Fire, water and a polished stone,
It boiled, it crackled empty alone,
O’ then the stone was thrown,
Soup from a stone they said with doubt,
A fella said “would be better with herb”,
This little bit will make the soup superb!
A lady shouted what no meat?
Here have some that can’t be beat!
Carrots, onion would all repeat,
Soup roared in the square undisturbed.
The aroma of soup filed the town square,
As many held hands completely unaware,
Soldiers smiled in silence,
A battle won without gun but kindness.
And greed a distant blindness,
The stone was removed without despair,
So a good bye, a gallop in a swoop
Practices taught in the most righteous scoop,
A virtue of caring,
The act of sharing,
The villagers glaring,
The lesson passed in a stone soup,
Here is The Stone Soup Company,
We like to share we have plenty,
Whatever it is we can’t sell,
Given free soup bid farewell,
We want society to excel,
Please eat our soup and share our story.
~ Ilya Ben Goldberg
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