ring each old tree with signs of what must come
announce that soon the world must rise in fire
bring forward hope beating upon the drum
do not be chastened by the faint old hum
or by the effort of those who perspire
ring each old tree with signs of what must come
there is still value in the least dry crumb
we do not denigrate those who aim higher
bring forward hope beating upon the drum
those who are guided by some rule of thumb
find that at bottom they cannot inquire
ring each old tree with signs of what must come
from shadow substance completes the full sum
and tells the winner what we should admire
bring forward hope beating upon the drum
at such a moment we cannot be dumb
but must shout loudly and by deed inspire
ring each old tree with signs of what must come
bring forward hope beating upon the drum
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
18 May 2008
wind coming from the sea
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