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I just rediscovered this...it was part of me once, and had floated away...where was it? Maybe a dream brought it back....I hope you like it:



I heard in Addison’s walk a bird sing clear:

This year the Summer will come true. This year. This Year.

Winds will not strip the blossoms from the apple trees

This year, nor want of rain destroy the peas.

This year, time’s nature will no more defeat you

Nor all the promised moments in their passing cheat you.

This time they will not lead you round and back

To autumn, one year older, by the well worn track.

This year, this year, all these flowers foretell,

We shall escape the circle and undo the spell.

Often deceived, yet open once again your heart

Quick, quick, quick, quick-the gates are drawn apart.

The battle of life is waged upon the sands of time

Which race out ahead into fiery horizon before me

It is my lot, my destiny to bring will to bear on the future

Standing before me this shifting and veiled terrain has no limits

Only my cry and charge with sword and shield makes the difference

Buffeted by onslaught…I endure I triumph

Beneath my steps the earth holds fast as I advance

Behind me is the spirits of other great warriors

Who forward into the unknown with head up and eyes bright

I started where they stopped taking their weapons, and ideals with me



I see oasis where maps say sand and rock

I find roads where the masses say I cannot go

It is the wings of my soaring spirit that propels me

The blood from the inevitable wounds will flow free

The tears of pain wash my dust covered face

But I prevail for I know the secret

I leapt from the flock and plunged into life



The fire within my breast is fed with the fuel of challenge

My head is clear I see connection

Endless tasks await but within is a sweet nectar

My limbs strengthened by contest wield deftly my tools of war

The battle will wax and wane

But always it is my battle and my field of conquest