I sing -
of all things;
from bare winter to spring,
I sing of your sky and your lands,
I sing of your snow and the iciest cold,
I sing of your oceans and sands.
When the sun slants its whim
Over indolent limbs,
I sing of your harvest and hearth
When your tiniest babe
sallies forth from its cage,
I sing of your joy and its worth.
When you set off to feud
in a faraway place,
I sing dazzling tales of your glory.
When you trudge, bloodied, home,
I will sing you comfort
andwrap you intailor-madestories.
Last edited by Jun on Mon May 27, 2019 5:51 pm, edited 1 time in total. word count: 111
first, he dreamt of the bitterest cold,
but his heart in the snow'd rather die;
then, he dreamt of the sand and the lands,
but they lay where his heart did not lie.
finally, he saw where the waves washed ashore
to the hoofbeats that drummed through green sea:
he laughed at the flow of the free gold mane
and he knew where his heart longed to be.
though his heart drank its fill, he could never stand still
and his soulsworn alongside him riding,
to the sand and the land, from the shore back again
he sang high in his stepdistant tidings.
Last edited by Jun on Mon May 27, 2019 5:53 pm, edited 1 time in total. word count: 115
