The shadow of th' Almighty's cloud
Calm on this tents of Israel lay,
While drooping paused twelve banners proud,
Till He arise and lead this way.
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Then to the desert breeze unrolled, Cheerly the waving pennons fly, Lion or eagle- each bright fold A lodestar to a warrior's eye.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Now that's an image with which to stir the soul!
...Thee how strong, our hearts how frail... When all the wars and strife of life have passed over us like the storms of summer, we are left old and frail and so much more aware of our finite mortality.
a time and place has been pre-booked for every race? visual confirmation will be sent at a later date.
Nice poem built on the stylistic embellishment of a quatrain of ten stanzas. Sylva-Onyema Uba