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She was a pretty, nicely mannered mare,
The children's pet, the master's pride and care,
Until a man in khaki came one day,
Looked at her teeth, and hurried her away.
With other horses packed into a train
She hungered for her master's voice in vain;
And later, led 'twixt planks that scare and slip,
They slung her, terrified, on board a ship.
Next came, where thumps and throbbing filled the air,
Her first experience of mal de mare;
And when that oscillating trip was done
They hitched her up in traces to a gun.
She worked and pulled and sweated with the best;
A stranger now her glossy coat caressed
Till flashing thunderstorms came bursting round
And spitting leaden hail bestrewed the ground.
With quivering limbs, and silky ears laid back,
She feels a shock succeed a sharper crack,
And, whinnying her pitiful surprise,
Staggers and falls, and tries in vain to rise.
Alone, forsaken, on a foreign field
What moral does this little record yield ?
Who tends the wounded horses in the war ?
Well that is what the Blue Cross League is for.
After that hot gospeller has levelled all but the churched sky,
I wrote the tale by tallow of a city's death by fire;
Under a candle's eye, that smoked in tears, I
Wanted to tell, in more than wax, of faiths that were snapped like wire.
All day I walked abroad among the rubbled tales,
Shocked at each wall that stood on the street like a liar;
Loud was the bird-rocked sky, and all the clouds were bales
Torn open by looting, and white, in spite of the fire.
By the smoking sea, where Christ walked, I asked, why
Short Tutorial on Writing a Robert Frost Mastepiece
For the first three stanzas use a rhyming scheme of aaba, then the last stanza bbbb: now choose a mundane topic but being an egomaniac, pump it up to seem important. Like this:
I wandered by a shop's bright window
I saw a person I think I know
It was me, in the reflection clear
What a clever person it did show.
The shopkeeper did see me leer,
As I adored my image there
Reflecting like a modern bard
I could not sketch them
The biographical sketches of
The Naga sadhus
And their hathayoga!
The Naga sadhus of India,
Oh, I could not know them,
I could not their hagiography!
No condemnation now have we
Who have trusted in Jesus Christ
If you tell the truth
You will be known for that faith,
If you tell the truth
Your honor will be safe.
I watch you in the early morn
Before it is time for the sun
To come out and dazzle the sky
Above clouds slowly pass by
Op Safari in Kenia
ineens zie ik die jonge tijger
tussen het hoge helmgras van Kenia
Nothing is going on as a free flowing river or on a clear route in the journey of life;
Everything is full of complications and problem after problem is coming in a never ending way;
Fed up with life, what can one do other then carried away in the fast going stream ever?
When one is expecting an end, a new door opens with paradise waiting to be enjoyed!
On Safari in Kenya
suddenly I see that young tiger
among the tall marram grass of Kenya
Greediness in mind explorers
Endless limit, in the miracle of desires
the seas and oceans are named and sailed
Skies and space are demarcated and penetrated
To keep me sane
I must go on without you.
But believe me when I say
It's a tough act to go through.
How bright the pain
How sharp the rain
Does anyone look to see the music play
The smell of the words
Wait for none
Thursday,20th January 2022
Wait for none
gone is gone