From Mark Peacock

From Mark Peacock

River of Dreams

Oh boy, your heroism is unsurpassed.
and then, you obscure my ship’s mast.
Who goes there? Your guile is my past.
And to river, your swells are so vast.

My reunion has never been lost.
There’s a reason my pancake’s been tossed.
I’ve a line, daughter, that you have now crossed.
Brave soldier, let thee never be bossed.

Raise me amongst devil-demons, cry loud.
Have your moment of freedom, be my Turin Shroud.
Lets we forget, let men never be proud.
…but reasoning’s defunct when I spot a cloud.

© Mark Peacock. 2009.

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