More Cowbell

We cheer and shake our cowbells, waving at passing cars. 

Sometimes they roll down their windows, clapping and cheering back.

Sometimes they roll their eyes and look away, avoiding eye contact.

My friend and I are grinning, reading signs and holding ours.

The positivity and hope is infectious, from the hundred or so holding signs.

This is the resistance, cheering and standing tall. 

As long as we stick together, we will never feel small.

Posted in response to the challenge National Protest.

M. Hank

VT

14 years old

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