Open Poetry #15 |
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Tilting at Windmills (Don Quixote) |
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RSEvans Senior Member
since 1999-10-23
Posts 1147Tulsa, OK, USA ![]() |
Lance in hand I spur my horse Gallop on my trusty steed Set in thy way upon our course On hasten with all speed. Tilting with giants away we go Galloping forward to our fate Lance set, head straight, and both of us know The dangers which we face. You are strong my valient steed You serve me with desire, No opponent meets your need None can quench your fire. Toward the giants we draw near My lance point straight and true And in our loins no room for fear Tis but our task to do. We strike the lance into his chest We pummel him to the ground With every effort give our best Til none are left around. Giant to giant, foe to foe We give them what for and why And against them stand, toe to toe Until we win or die. Rescue the maidens, tame the wild Give us all to do Only before God, we're meek and mild Until our quests are through. Slaying giants, winning wars We gallop to our doom Just you and my, my faithful horse For others there's no room. So gallop on trustworthy friend Let's take to them the fight And do it til the very end On the side of right. Knowlege tempered by wisdom...Wisdom tamed by youth. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Like this ....James |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
I love this! THIS we could use more of....where have all the knights gone out here? Enjoyed thoroughly, Nancy. ~Time has cast a spell on you |
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