Lest We Forge Unwitting Jubilation
These brinks on which we teeter
These ledges where we stand
This precipice, all green and gray
Which never sees the light of day
Where darkness has been banned
We dedicate to Peter
This never-ending plain
This steppe without a stair
This wasteland, wrought from ice and snow
Where even sunshine dares not go
No more the earth, nor air
We give to honour Jane
Envoi
Earth has not anything to show more fair
Than families who certain surnames bear
This verse we offer to the family Clare
Contributors: | Roland, TG, (trad). |
Poem finished: | 15th March 2007 by olaf. |