Protection (Remove filter)
Absalom's Rise
Were you not my watch tower, erect above the chalky cliff
Stone guardian against all, high over the rough tides of my youth?
Was yours not the bastion, planted secure on the high turf:
Whose high walls embraced us and protected?
But that was then, now I am the ascended man -
Now I do not see your turrets from my farther shore
Black waves broke on your defences, your mortar crumbl...
Sunday 10th December 2017 4:05 pm
Recent Comments
Rick Varden on Ode to a Toad
2 hours ago
Tom Doolan on The Autumn And The Rain
2 hours ago
John F Keane on Calming Mellowness
3 hours ago
Martin Peacock on VILLANELLE: LET JUSTICE BE DONE
3 hours ago
Martin Elder on Movements made by many
4 hours ago
Martin Elder on Feels like home
4 hours ago
Martin Elder on Tragic Bus
4 hours ago
Martin Elder on Calming Mellowness
4 hours ago
Martin Elder on The Autumn And The Rain
5 hours ago
Martin Elder on Ode to a Toad
5 hours ago