Rise Up And Strike Like A Cavernous Fire Poem by Lydia Martin

Rise up and strike like cavernous fire
As dust dawns on a distant setting moon;
Drag your feet from the grip of life’s mire

Voices of truth grow strong, never tire
Of singing, humming and strumming life’s tune;
They rise and strike like cavernous fire.

Be not caught in eternity’s trip wire,
Trapped and bemused like a desperate loon;
Drag your feet from the grip of life’s mire.

Never consume wise words of a liar,
Which will tear open your mind all too soon;
Rise up and strike like cavernous fire.

Drink of life’s nectar as sweet as briar,
Imagining sunshine of distant June;
Drag your feet from the grip of life’s mire.

When smiles fade and days lose their desire
Don’t just sit there like a wrinkled old prune!
Rise up and strike like cavernous fire;
Drag your feet from the grip of life’s mire