an' when at lasste
they reach'd
the fartheste shorre
an' placed
their booted feet
'pon her ****** soil
they turned and lookt
wi' shaded eyes
farr 'cross
the Tranquil Sea
beheld the beauty
of their mothers' grayce
a crowne of starrs
Her diadem
an' tho they long
for Her embrayce
must heed the calle
an' join tha' race
oh tha' Song of Destiny
tis tha' which burns
within our souls
Her ardent voyce
doth beckon us
to reach
the farr-flung starrs
Her siren's song
drawin' us
to touch
the fartheste shorre
beyonde the seas
beyonde the klouds
out to the starrs
we journey farr
we venture forth
to search
to know
to reach beyond
and touch
The Fartheste Shorre
p. j. upchurch
circa 1997
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https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/298731-the-fartheste-shorre/
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I drew my inspiration for this poem from pictures
of the July 20th 1969 - Apollo 11 - Lunar Landing.
I have attempted to use "old/middle english" in an
effort to evoke the times of early explorers that sailed
the uncharted seas, discovering new lands.
So - Here's to the Explorer Adventurers throughout the ages -
and within each and everyone of us...