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Topic: Writing a Letter (handwritten correspondence) (10/21/10)
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TITLE: On That Day | Previous Challenge Entry
By Henry Clemmons
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When black is worn and shovels turn fresh ground;
I scribe, stand strong, allow our sons to play.
Old men in suits with books are bound to pray,
Lanterns will dim and light will not be found;
Live life my lovely lady on that day.
Young saints still wet with words will warn to reign,
Your ears will hear it’s time to keep kids bound;
I scribe, stand strong, allow our sons to play.
For you, my wife, you’ll want your hair to gray,
Don’t let cold grief silence our children’s sound;
Live life my lovely lady on that day,
I scribe, stand strong, allow our sons to play.
With ink and feathered quill I fight for life,
Not mine, you see, but yours and Luke’s and Paul’s;
Don’t buy the lie I died and stole your light.
With string and skin and twigs I built a kite,
It needs to fly in sunlit days of fall;
With ink and feathered quill I fight for life.
Don’t veil your heart and lose our hope of flight,
Remember sure the power of our call;
Don’t buy the lie I died and stole your light.
Some eyes will moist and yours might wish to cry,
I write my prayer for strength where boys stretch tall,
With ink and feathered quill I fight for life;
Don’t buy the lie I died and stole your light.
I scribe, stand strong, allow our sons to play;
Live life my lovely lady on that day.
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You have wonderful ability to write this verse style as no other I've read.
Mona
You seem to have picked up the pulse of another era.
An era of deep and profound writing.
What can I say?
Hitherwards we have the Bard.