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For One Brief and Shining Moment... |
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Ringo 
since 2003-02-20
Posts 3684Saluting with misty eyes 
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Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note As long that procession marched over the trail of tears Built by those who would be called loyal subjects To the once and fallen king Ruler of the former grandness that was Camelot The final review he took, riding past his queen Black lace veil hiding the tears she shed While the bonny prince, youngest and bravest of all Stood so proud, so tall Showing a bravery and a strength Worthy of this once mighty hero of the realm Slain just this half fortnight gone. Unto the honored and hallowed burial grounds At the edge of the now crumbling kingdom They made their way, finally. All honors read, he was laid unto his final rest His peasants returning to theor shattered lives Trusting in the light of the worlds Forever flickering atop his sainted head To set his spirit free. This is in response to the following challege: /pip/Forum7/HTML/000676.html I know it was made over three years ago; however, I needed somethign to bribe my Muse into returning home. The first line was taken from "Burial of Sir John Moore" by Charles Wolfe But this one goes to eleven... |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
You tickled your muse quite well. I know it must be hard with George and John dead but try and continue on. smile Eric |
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Anniepimm Senior Member
since 2008-12-26
Posts 550England |
Beautiful poem you can picture the procession as you read, Well penned Annie |
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