Here God formed us, here we wait
Here man tossed us with weak gait
Rest on shores we gladly stay
Lolls of pebbles in new May
May the moss anoint our heads
With roaring waves are bedizened
Tumbl’ing with the morning dew
Greeting clusters of every hue
In the Isles which we stand
Greet the passsers of other lands
A softened path for weary feet
’Cross lolling pebbles, travel sweet
Earth unkind, Earth take us in
As you do the Isles’ kin
Give us one last rest in Ireland
Author notes
O___________o sounds so not irish, but it made me think of ireland, and this is what happened. so yuah.
A contest entry
- Spiritualangel's 3rd Quicky Contest..PIF.. Picture and prompt inspired/ 15x15x15 by spiritualangel.
415 points, ended November 25, 2007, 15 entries
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Comments
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Sounds like a pebbles prayer, something to be said while swilling down a pint of warm ale. Interesting take on the prompt...Scott
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Good words
best of luck
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