Ne're forget your heritage,
'Tis but a fool that would.
You fear to hold within thy soul,
in days of yore one could.
Is not the gentle pristine prod
in prolific pulsing pound,
only but, when we forgot
each wavered beating sound?
'Tis not a soothing simple sigh,
nor mere staple that I seek...
For what is taught can not be bought
if all that's learned is bleak.
When all my days bid fond adieu
the past I shall recall ;
And in this heart will beat anew,
the love of Haggard's Halls.
Copyright©Paul E. Berube
Sheila
Victor
It's so nice to remember all about our heritage where we came from. So easily forgotten in the hustles of todays
This is a really nice inspiring awakening poem. Love it!
Thank You
Tracey xoox (c :)42
Reindeer
if all that's learned is bleak"
Wise words, Paul. The poem flows with rhyme and rhythm that keeps the reader wanting more. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and peace to you.
Regis
Thanks!
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Tina
Love Tinka
"Haggard's Halls (Part XI)" brings beauty, wise thoughts and art.
Healthy Blissful Life, Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
P.S.: Please check the first stanza.
Joy and Peace,
Eileen