...this battleground of trees, whose majesty of limbs are twigs of poetry...the first word found...
Sunday, August 2, 2015
Sam...
A homeless King...
exalted for a fool...
wrapped round with cloak...
of consecrated grime...
unknown to them...
invisibly...
passed...
by.
With eyes cast down...
sublimely sad...
this man...
enriched the earth...
and all around...
by simply seeming mad.
His blessing sent...
though hidden...
was denied...
for with...
a mighty ignorance...
of fear...
the lot of mankind...
turned their head...
embarrassed...
of his crown...
uncaring...
of his...
need...
Written by Bruce James Clyde 2015
Photo: credit to Sam
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