Tall and compassionate as a willow
tree, Atticus Finch is the man to know.
The male willow of my childhood is not
alive in Tolkien and Rowling's thought
Mine protects children and wards off evil,
relieves pain and—for justice—bears upheavel.
Sitting in the circumference of his arms,
Scout explores humans, their ills and their charms.
Male and female, black and white, and all ages
suffer fairness in Atticus’ stories, exit their cages.
He kills a mad dog but not mockingbirds,
gives Jem models of courage beyond words.
His formula is simple—consider
things from the points of view of others.
“… until you climb inside of his skin and walk
around in it" your knowledge is unjust talk.
I have heard that he has changed non-fiction
legal systems with the arc of his action.
Atticus—kind, unafraid and active—
is my ideal man, is quite attractive.
Played in the movies by Gregory Peck,
he moves like a willow, arms round his neck
as children climb up to see what he sees.
We know we won’t fall. He puts us at ease.
Posted for my promptPoet's United Midweek Motif ~ A Man's Day.
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