Forts And Fortresses Poem by Frances M

Frances M

Frances M

Wales, the land of sheep and strange accents

Forts And Fortresses



Forts and fortresses,
tables and turnstiles.

We're running miles and miles
towards a goal
that we cannot see.

We're heading for eternity.

but soon it'll all just fade away,
with the dewdrops of today.

Set on winning the marathon
instead of running the race.
Applying toxic make-up to our World's face.
We're beating the ages
by cutting down more trees

We'll never make it

to eternity

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Samuel Pennell 01 January 2009

Fantastic! I really love this poem, you are truly gifted!

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