Morning's Face
©4-11-2019, Olan L. Smith
Come sons and daughters of Avalon,
Act your role, do your job of sworn oath;
You have your time, and know when to bow;
Play your part before the kings and queens
Of the world, nay the universe itself.
Who were your parents, did you suckle your
Mother's teat? Were you colicky and kept
Mother up until morning's face did shine
Through the window? Did you grow tall, ever
The child of cleverness, or did you bring woe
To your parent's life, make them cry. Hope does
Come in the pride of family! The child shines
In a race for honor, of hope the child will
Leave a marker, a lasting reputation
Of greatness, and mold the world where the
Parent could not. What is the child but fortune?
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Poems from the Quill, by Olan L. Smith
Poetry"Poems from the Quill" is where I place current works that don't fall into other collections. It is here you will find obscure poems that range from constraint to free-verse. I began this collection as a contest entry, years ago, for what was then t...
