Max Plowman Poems
|1.||Adventures of King Robert the Bruce||6/30/2015|
|2.||The Inauguration of the University College||3/24/2016|
|3.||The First Grenadier of France||4/14/2016|
|4.||The Rebel Surprise Near Tamai||6/14/2016|
|5.||Lines in Defence of the Stage||7/15/2016|
|6.||The Miraculous Escape Of Robert Allan, The Fireman||12/20/2014|
|7.||The Battle Of Sheriffmuir||12/20/2014|
|8.||A Humble Heroine||12/20/2014|
|9.||General Gordon, The Hero Of Khartoum||12/20/2014|
|12.||When It's Over||4/21/2010|
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I heard them say, "Her hands are hard as stone,"
And I remembered how she laid for me
The road to heaven. They said, "Her hair is grey."
Then I remembered how she once had thrown
Long plaited strands, like cables, into the sea
I battled in -- the salt sea of dismay.
They say, "Her beauty's past." And then I wept,
That these, who should have been in love adept,
Against my font of beauty should blaspheme.
And hearing a new music, miss the theme.