Posted in My Poems, tagged bard on the hill, brother sister, Dennis Allen Lange, drums, lays the blame on me, monster, nine months, poems, poetry, racket, sibling, The Future Is Pregnant on October 10, 2016| Leave a Comment »
The Future is pregnant; nine months we must wait
Or so it does seem since the Future is late.
And we, the first sibling, are not sure what comes –
A brother who hits and makes racket on drums?
Or sister who cries and then lays blame on me?
Or either who turns out as nice as can be?
Be wary when Future is pregnant; its child
May turn out a monster or one nice and mild.
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2016.
Posted in A-B (by poet name), Poems of Other Poets, tagged <META name = "keywords" content = "The Flag Goes By, bugles, drums, hats off">, Henry Holcomb Bennett, honor, honour, justice, patriotism, poem, poetry, state on June 14, 2011| 6 Comments »
…..Hats off!
Along the streets there comes
A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums,
A flash of colour beneath the sky:
…..Hats off!
The flag is passing by!
Blues and crimson and white it shines
Over the steel-tipped, ordered lines.
…..Hats off!
The colours before us fly;
But more than the flag is passing by.
Sea-fights and land-fights, grim and great,
Fought to make and to save the State:
Weary marches and sinking ships;
Cheers of victory on dying lips;
Days of plenty and years of peace;
March of a strong land’s swift increase;
Equal justice, right and law,
Stately honour and reverend awe;
Sign of a nation, great and strong
Toward her people from foreign wrong:
Pride and glory and honour, – all
Live in the colours to stand or fall.
…..Hats off!
Along the street there comes
A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums;
And loyal hearts are beating high;
…..Hats off!
The flag is passing by!
The Bard on the Hill