Philo Yan Poems
|683.||Young And Innocent||10/31/2014|
|684.||Young And Wise||12/20/2015|
|685.||Young At Heart||2/6/2013|
In the jungle, a lion's roar,
Loud rumbling from it's core.
Magnificent mane of golden brown,
He is a king but wears no crown.
Predator and enemy they have two,
Human hunters, Hyenas too.
The lion and his lioness pride,
If you cross them, run, don't hide.
The roar of a Lion,
The rolling sound of thunder,
The chase of a Lion,
His prey runs asunder.
The Lion's roar is his symbol,
Of Strength, Of Leadership, Of pride,
The raw Roar sound is tribal,
His pride, so true, abide.
A trip through a grassy field,
A fun trip suppose to yield,
Instead it started raining,
Strong winds momentum gaining,
Father, with umbrella fighting,
Son grab coat tails, hanging,
The winds furiously blowing,
His son was lifted, flying!