Ted Kennedy Poem by Stephen S. Yeandle
Ted Kennedy
If clouds be blown above the sea
and of the swirls and torrents
build ice and sleet upon the deck
and through the snow there’s lightening flash
the sound of tribal drums
when hope is listing with the ship
comes a lions roar
and seizing domain over all
reclaims the senate floor…
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
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