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The Piper (rev. 9/11/02)
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The Piper (rev. 9/11/02) |
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Packratmike Senior Member
since 2001-02-25
Posts 632California, USA 
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I wrote this pantoum back in March, 2001. I've now revised it with just a couple of minor changes and to my taste it seems quite fitting for today. May God bless us all. The Piper (rev. 9/11/02) The piper calls the morning mist With mournful drones of endless breath As valiant clouds march o'er the hills So march our fallen comrades still With mournful drones of endless breath A solemn summon of the dead So march our fallen comrades still Across the shroud of evil's will A solemn summon of the dead Through vapor, green within its midst Across the shroud of evil's will The pipes call forth with haunting chill Through vapor, green within its midst Footsteps tread like angry drums The pipes call forth with haunting chill The honor bought by comrades killed Footsteps tread like angry drums Remember tyrants, one and all The honor bought by comrades killed While you enjoy the devil's kiss Remember tyrants, one and all As valiant clouds march o'er the hills While you enjoy the devil's kiss The piper calls the morning mist |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
We are that piper and we will play a tune of freedom. This is very well done - I can never do the form poetry - you did a GREAT job. |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Awesome job Cold hands means a warm heart |
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