My Forgotten Glory Poem by Robert Stoddard

My Forgotten Glory



My strength I draw from tempest winds.
I reveal, to all, my kindred's kins
a sight the world can recognize
but dearest friends can bare no eyes.
My passion's rays in pure white fields,
the shining hopes my valience weilds,
has brought this mount my healing flood.
My heart is in my soldier's blood.

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Robert Stoddard

Robert Stoddard

Salt Lake City, Utah
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