Just Perhaps Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

Beneath the earth in caverns deep.
The Dragons lie in silent sleep,
where they await the trumpet blast.
That tells them it is time at last
to emerge from their hidey holes.
Majestically assume their roles
as guardians of the land and sea
Take up their final destiny.

The bugle horn which must be blown
is hidden in a place unknown.
It will be found by accident
by a young boy innocent,
unstained as yet by lust and greed
He’ll blow the horn and will succeed
in doing what he was born to do
call forth the Dragons to renew.

The golden age of peace on earth
where sorrow is replaced by mirth.
Where tolerance is seen instead
of bigotry that’s now wide spread.
and mankind lives in brotherhood
Simply because they know they should



The watchful Dragons mediate.
Ensure that men negotiate.
Will not allow belligerence
they know it makes so little sense.
In time we will come to understand.
We must obey this firm command.
2-Jan-08