Walter E. Ferguson III Poems

A descendant from a traveller to an antique land

That Shelley wrote of with poetic hand
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The wind angrily blows, spraying the shore.

Heavy breath of rain sings song of ruin dire.
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This argument acrimonious
Might soon turn felonious:
You'd take my life.
You are saying you would murder me,
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Rise against the wind, my friend,
The way a kite must fly:
It is the way you must defend
Our freedom; Raise the cry!
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