Lawrie Stuart Ronton

Rookie ((1900-1865) / An Industrial City in a shoddily assembled one-floored house.)

The Willathoe - Poem by Lawrie Stuart Ronton

Grand high besighted,
Weapons delighted.
This is a rather missed tale.
You shall not pass!

Withered foe kneels at Horns,
With gathering Crimbons
Filthy Grambister cremates.

Another Enemy.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 3, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, April 22, 2011

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