Borne abreast a Valkerie
Astride the crested steed,
Ascending high to maelstrom
Where fear transcends the greed.
Where the very fire of being
Elevates the spirit's quest
And the steel of high endeavour
Puts all good men to test.
Where the visceral is torture
To the threshold of the strain
In engaging guts and tolerance
To intercept the pain.
So vanquish all the vanities,
Banish all the loud
For the wonder of endeavour
Is what makes we people... Proud!
Marshalg
Victoria Park Tunnel
24 September 2010
A poem for my
Darling daughter,
Robin
..Who turns
Sweet forty two
Today!!
Sep 23, 2010
Sep 23, 2010 at 11:46 PM UTC
Borne abreast a Valkerie
Astride the crested steed,
Ascending high to maelstrom
Where fear transcends the greed.
Where the very fire of being
Elevates the spirit's quest
And the steel of high endeavour
Puts all good men to test.
Where the visceral is torture
To the threshold of the strain
In engaging guts and tolerance
To intercept the pain.
So vanquish all the vanities,
Banish all the loud
For the wonder of endeavour
Is what makes we people... Proud!
Marshalg
Victoria Park Tunnel
24 September 2010
A poem for my
Darling daughter,
Robin
..Who turns
Sweet forty two
Today!!
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