We sound outwards
against the shore,
Storming foreign soil,
feet grasping the land
of another man's home.
We reach with fingers
made icy
as winter's knives.
Dawn approaches;
as do we.
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Reviews of "Viking"
Reviewed by Tracey L. O' Very (Reader)
Reviewed on November 29, 2004
Attacks of "evil", Worded really vividly and I really like the way you described and worded everything
God Bless You and Your Family
Happiest and Warmest of Days.
Tracey
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on November 29, 2004
Rape and pilage of my homeland. Eric the Red, and others. My soil not foreign:)) Like this a lot..
Reviewed by Faye Enno (Reader)
Reviewed on November 29, 2004
Storming foreign soil,
feet grasping the land
of another man's home.
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God Bless You and Your Family
Happiest and Warmest of Days.
Tracey
feet grasping the land
of another man's home.
I really like
those lines...
nicely done.