Max Plowman Poems
|1.||When It's Over||4/21/2010|
|4.||General Gordon, the Hero of Khartoum||12/20/2014|
|5.||A Humble Heroine||12/20/2014|
|6.||The Battle of Sheriffmuir||12/20/2014|
|7.||The Miraculous Escape of Robert Allan, the Fireman||12/20/2014|
I heard them say, "Her hands are hard as stone,"
And I remembered how she laid for me
The road to heaven. They said, "Her hair is grey."
Then I remembered how she once had thrown
Long plaited strands, like cables, into the sea
I battled in -- the salt sea of dismay.
They say, "Her beauty's past." And then I wept,
That these, who should have been in love adept,
Against my font of beauty should blaspheme.