Posts Tagged ‘strife’

Many a year has fled away
Since this old palette was new,
As may be seen by the spots of green
And yellow and red and blue.

Many a picture was painted from this,
While many were only dreamed;
And shadow and light like the black and white
Across my life have streamed.

Accept, my friend, this plain old board
All plastered and imbrowned,
Where the pleasure and strife of a painter’s life
Have left a mosaic ground.

The color that went to the picture’s soul
Has left but its body behind;
Yet strive to trace on its cloudy face
Some gleam of the artist’s mind.

And think of the friend upon whose thumb
This brown old tablet hung,
And the baffled aim, where visions came
Unpainted and unsung.

Mine be the records all obscure
Upon the surface blent;
Be yours the love that seeks to prove
My deed by my intent.

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In the season of the battle,
Restless nations test their arms,
Like two bucks in mating season
Fighting for a new doe’s charms.

Nations fight their foes with armies.
Armies fight their foes with men.
Men of flesh and blood are fragile
They still lose when nations win.

Like the leaves in their war season
Many wear the green of life.
Some few turn all shades of yellow;
Others bleed out in the strife. 

In the season of the battle,
Some will stay and some will fall.
Hardy are the heroes standing,
Honored those who give their all.


photo by Agnes Scholiers at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nFStM9k/Leaves


© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.


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