»
Archives
»
Open Poetry #49
»
Agincourt!
| Open Poetry #49 |
|
Agincourt! |
|
|
Redstart Senior Member
since 2014-05-16
Posts 535 |
Tomorrow's sun refills the quiver; a shower of clouded feathers leads us on. We go not down without a fight! These gnarled and swollen fingers: our badge of silent history. We need no king, we are born to bring the whistling whoosh of fate. Two fingers to the French! We live to fight again, and streak the sky with strands of death! |
||
| © Copyright 2015 Redstart - All Rights Reserved | |||
|
JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
. . . and on and on it goes . . . ~*~ When they give you ruled paper write sideways. ~*~ |
||
|
|
⇧ top of page ⇧ |
|
| All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. | ||
