no more the echo of past summers' heat
but hope that in the coming times of strain
good fortune and good sense at last will meet
cast down the mighty judge from his high seat
and you will set another up again
no more the echo of past summers' heat
down river soon the rowers have to beat
with hopes to reach the port before the rain
good fortune and good sense at last will meet
you make the move to plead and to entreat
protection from the bringers of great pain
no more the echo of past summers' heat
a wise commander knows when to retreat
and when to summon his troops to campaign
good fortune and good sense at last will meet
we listen to the politicians bleat
and know that in the end we won't abstain
no more the echo of past summers' heat
good fortune and good sense at last will meet
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
27 January 2008
past summers' heat
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