the grain,

the crop,

the growth of the strength

has been meant

by the Sacred,

by the plain,

by the wise,

under the brightness

of the God's sun,-

everything learned, studied or done

is worth the grain

that was said by my grandpa

to be the main

clue of all the life,

as it's mentioned

in the writings

by Adam Mickiewicz and Ivan Franko,-

no hatred, no foe

can be stronger than a grain,-

it's the same

bread for all,

in summer or in the fall,

in spring or in winter,

you may defeat me,

but the winner

will still be the grain,

growing in the day,

sleeping at night,

whichever your language,

whichever your might,

be you in Europe or in America:

the grain is the heritage

of all we possess,

blessing and blessed.

Ivan Petryshyn USA