Harsh Sun throws our
Shadows sharp against
Flagstones.
Beside the Priory wall,
Brought low by Henrys' Hammer the
Abbott lies, long gone.
Just we two, Now, in
Silhouette-
Your walking stick tapping a
Military Tattoo,
My hat of Panamanian straw
To delineate our presence.
O History-
Goodbye
Surely the New,
Loosened from past embrace
Shall see lovely flowers linger
Just for this Sunny Day
Jun 28, 2025
Jun 28, 2025 at 2:15 AM UTC
Harsh Sun throws our
Shadows sharp against
Flagstones.
Beside the Priory wall,
Brought low by Henrys' Hammer the
Abbott lies, long gone.
Just we two, Now, in
Silhouette-
Your walking stick tapping a
Military Tattoo,
My hat of Panamanian straw
To delineate our presence.
O History-
Goodbye
Surely the New,
Loosened from past embrace
Shall see lovely flowers linger
Just for this Sunny Day
