by OceanzestHamilton, Waikato, New Zealand
Dec 2021 249 Views 4 comments
Onwards into the Storm
Just as the willow
does not yield to the flood
nor fear the rains
spilling from the crags
nor does the tall pine
that severs the sky
fear the lightning shot
from the thunder ground
we shall not fear
this cursed pestilence
O! brave poets
of the corner
from whom the finest lyrics
are drawn from the rock
as did Arthur wield Excalibur
onwards into the storm my compatriots
does not yield to the flood
nor fear the rains
spilling from the crags
nor does the tall pine
that severs the sky
fear the lightning shot
from the thunder ground
we shall not fear
this cursed pestilence
O! brave poets
of the corner
from whom the finest lyrics
are drawn from the rock
as did Arthur wield Excalibur
onwards into the storm my compatriots
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Dec 2021
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Comments (4)
We must battle on.
Nicely written.....