Turn our gaze from the earth-filled grave
Far from kitchen and hovel cave
Where comely sons and daughters rest
In suits of ash, their lacy best
That mothers press and cannot save
We will not weep the more to crave
One last look at babes fair and brave
Little chicks in their yellowed nest
Brief brief the day
Turn our eyes to the sea's bright wave
That bears their souls from this enclave
Another hour our hearts to test
Brief brief the day
3 commentaires:
Wow, with the photo!!! Wow. Viva le rondeau!
vive. i want to do more! thanks, LA. xoxoxo
This one realy hits where it hurts:
"In suits of ash, their lacy best
That mothers press and cannot save"
- brings a catch to my breath
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