For Marie Roberts
From those days, distant days,
We will remember things we
Have done as growing infants, as
Forming minds, though travels
And searches in the mines which
Nature has in store for us combined
With estrangement proved futile
In discord, we have come in the
Growing sun to be, from being apart,
Starring at the life and greenness
Of hope, we will rise, break this
Web of life to be united again,
Now I can see the joy glued to being
Together once again after decades.
YOU ARE READING
MIDNIGHT SUN
PoetryToday, we ought to wear our gauntlets, Put on our amour and canvass grits, Forward! Though our sword are skillets, We win even though we lost by bits.
